-it's been a while since i've written smut and i wrote this just today when i realized it's already blank period so i haven't edited or reread it so forgive my errors 😅
-and just for visual aid, this is how they look in blank period:
A few shots and a lot of bottles after, and both Sakura and Sasuke starts to feel the effects of alcohol in their systems.
They were currently in the Land of Fangs, a few days away from the Land of Silk. They were passing by a dense forest when night came. They were about to set in a cave by a river, when Sasuke spotted this small abandoned house close by. They had checked on it—first if there were still anyone living here, and they confirmed it truly is abandoned. Sakura supposed the people living here might have abandoned it during the war. They considered spending the night inside the house, but it was quite small with poor ventilation, and it obviously has not been cleaned for a few months at the least. So instead, they decided to simply take advantage of the mostly flat roof as well as the clear night sky and set their camp up there. They were still quite close to the river, and more inconspicious up there.
After setting up camp, Sakura had taken out the liquor that they were given from the last village they've helped a fortnight ago and had invited Sasuke for a drink. Soon enough, both of them were the most they have been unguarded after a long time.
They had started drinking whilst across from each other, and Sakura wasn't sure how or when it happened, but now they were shoulder to shoulder. The both of them were actually laughing at a funny incident that Sakura remembered during one of her missions with Sai and Naruto.
Sakura leaned a little towards Sasuke, then, "It's good to see you finally smiling and laughing, Sasuke-kun.”
"It's all thanks to you." Sasuke tells her, completely candid. "I never realized but, I think really needed this." Then, as open as he is being right then, he kissed her softly on the cheek and a little too close on the lips.
Sakura, who was already a little red because of the alcohol, became redder. She was used to Sasuke showing affection from time to time, but it doesn't mean it didn't surprise her when he's openly being attentive and it definitely doesn't me it doesn't affect her.
"Sasuke-kun, are you always this touchy when you're drunk?" She asks playfully as her own way to stop herself from acting flustered.
"I'm not drunk yet." Sasuke tells her, not moving away from when he leaned to her earlier so she can feel his hot breath on her. "I'm not like this because of the alcohol. It's because I'm with you. I can be like this sober, if you want."
Sakura is sure that he's definitely a little more than tipsy. Maybe he is touchy sober or not, but he's not this talkative.
"You don't believe me." Sasuke says, looking at her when she was quiet a little too long.
She can see him pouting and she couldn't help but laugh.
"It's not that." She reassures him. "I'm just not used to you being... this way?"
"You don't like me being this way?" He asks, looking cutely confused.
"No." Sakura laughs again, blush still apparent on her face. "I like you in all the way you're you." She tells him openly.
Maybe she's also on her way to being drunk.
Sasuke smiles, his eyes locked on her face—her pretty blush.
"You're beautiful." He tells her.
"We've definitely drunk more than we should have." Sakura says this time, giggling. "You're being mushy now."
"I'm just being honest as I always have." He tells her.
"Not when we were kids! You were blunt only when insulting someone!" She insisted.
Sasuke laughs this time, and Sakura couldn't help but stare. It was a rare sight even as a kid. When they had been enemies, it was something she thought she'd never see again. But ever since starting their travels, it's a sight that's becoming more and more familiar to her.
'He's really beautiful when he laughs.'
And without really thinking or even realizing it until it happened, she gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Sasuke looked surprised but pleased. He smirks at her.
"I think you're the one drunk." He tells her teasingly.
Honestly, she might really be, but it was fun bantering with Sasuke so she denies it immediately.
"I'm not!" She tells him. "As a kid, I'd do that if opportunity presents itself."
Sasuke laughs again. "Funnily enough, even as a kid, I probably would have let you if you just had the confidence and tried."
Sakura looked at him, shocked. And Sasuke couldn't help his smirk spreading into a grin. It was so easy to get a reaction out of Sakura. And the more time they spend together, the more he realized he loves seeing them, and loves that he's the reason behind them.
"You're only saying that." She tells him, convinced he's still just teasing her.
"I really am not." Sasuke confessed. "Though my younger self would probably never admit it."
His younger self probably would let it slide for a few seconds then act like he was offended. But he'd definitely let it happen.
Sakura stared at him, her face feeling even warmer than before. She knew that that definitely wasn't because of the alcohol anymore.
"See you weren't always honest!" Sakura decided to say, now pouting a little at him.
She was still thinking about his confession that she barely heard Sasuke muttered, “Fuck it." before he kisses her on the lips.
And she was kissing him back almost immediately after.
Her lips were soft and her taste was addicting that he couldn't seem to find the will to stop.
Sakura immediately felt heat spreading all over her body. Sasuke's kiss has never felt like this before. He'd always been gentle and careful when they kiss—even the night of their wedding. It felt urgent and completely unrestrained now. And it's taking all over her senses.
Was it the alcohol or was it Sasuke that's rendering her less than rational right now?
“Please tell me to stop if you don't want this right now, because I don't want you regretting what I want to do next." Sasuke whisper in her ear.
Sakurs looks up to him and asks, “And what might that be, Sasuke-kun? What do you want to do next?"
Instead of answering her question, he pulls her to himself so she was straddling his lap, both still lost in each other's lips, his hand climbs to her neck as he pushes her head even closer to him.
They stopped when they needed to breathe and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, foreheads touching, the tension in the air even more palpable.
Sasuke then moved and lays her down on his mat, his eyes taking in his tipsy wife wearing a tank top and her usual shorts, her nipples poking in.
"You're not wearing a bra." Sasuke stated.
Sakura grins, "Why? Does that bother you? And why would I be wearing a bra when I was just about to go to bed? My husband's the only one here."
Sasuke doesn't say anything back and instead takes off his shirt, revealing his own sinful body.
"Shit." Sakura cursed in a low voice, like everything else, this will never stop having an effect on her.
Sasuke's mouth was on her lips in the next second, then on her neck.
"Tell me to stop if you don't want this, Sakura. I don't think I'll be able to control myself tonight if we get further."
“Who said anything about stopping?” She says as she pushes Sasuke on the bed and gets on top him then strips off her shirt. Then she adds, "And you don't have to control yourself tonight or any other time, Sasuke. You're my husband. I want this. I need this. I need you."
Sasuke didn't waste any more time and had his hands on her body that was still on top of his. He pulls her body towards him, meeting her mouth with his. This time it was a mix of passion and lust, their tongues dancing and their hands touching each other. Sasuke had his hands on her nipples as Sakura moans a little, her fingers plays around the waistband of his boxer shorts.
He takes control and pushes her down the mat, his body in between her legs. He lets his hands tease her body as it goes down south, cupping her sex.
"You're so... wet, and so fucking ready.”
Sakura moans as she feels him pull down her shorts and underwear, her moans start to get louder as she feels his fingers inside her.
“Sasuke... please, stop teasing me.. please." She begs. Sasuke smiles and softly kisses her forehead.
Then, finally, he lines himself up with her, to where they both want him. She catches the back of his head and kisses him soundly, and he uses his one hand to push the tip of his cock inside her, achingly slow—not because he wasn't in a hurry, no. Sakura could see he looked impatient, but it does seem like the alcohol is getting to both of them and he needed his hand to guide himself to her.
And finally he was inside her, and it felt just right.
Sakura shifts her hips experimentally and he groans against her neck, taking her earlobe between his lips and sucking, hard. She shivers, “Sasuke-kun, please - I need you to - move.”
So he does, pulling away and then pushing back into her, and they both gasp. He sets a steady pace while her hands grasp at him, fingernails curling into his shoulders.
He’s vocal tonight, it’s like he can’t stop the stream of affection which leaves his mouth—she’s beautiful, he loves her so much, she feels so fucking good.
Sakura can’t respond to any of it but she gasps his name when she wraps her legs around his hips again and he seems to go impossibly deeper.
She feels herself on the edge of that cliff, very suddenly, “Sasuke, I’m going to—”
He understands, and his thumb presses again into her clit, “Come for me, Tsuma.”
And she does, and then he does too, and they gasp each other’s names into a searing kiss. He groans, and she feels the way he pulses inside her, and her inner walls pulse in turn around him.
"That was..." Sakura started saying, still catching her breath, but couldn't help but starts giggling at the next word she'll say. "fast."
Sasuke, still on top of her, looks at her as if offended, but there was a small smile on the corner of his lips.
Truthfully, that was quicker than how they usually do it but he won't be admitting it outloud.
"It's because of the alcohol." He tries to say, his smile slipping out anyway.
Sakura laughs even louder. "I thought we're not drunk?" She teases.
Sasuke rolled his eyes at her, but smiles after anyway, and rolled both of them so that Sakura was on top of him this time.
"The night is still young, we can go again." He tells her mischievously.
And before Sakura could tell her comeback, he pulls her in for another heated kiss. And for most of the rest of the night, they didn't talk anymore.
Haruno Sakura, actress, has been doing this titular ninja role for half of her life. She's almost twenty now, filming her seventeen year old role for the last time—for the final season, and everything was changing quickly, particularly her relationship with childhood friend and co-actor, Uchiha Sasuke.
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Organization for Transformative Works
Sasuke considers Sakura one his best friends. They were quite close. She is his closest female friend. They've been friends since they were trainees. But they've become even closer when they were put in the same idol group—the first coed group of their company.
To be fair, Sakura as the only girl in the group, probably is also Naruto's and Sai's closest female friend.
But neither of even them were as close to Sakura as he was. They just have many similar interests and they understand each other. They could talk about absolutely anything under the sun, even Sasuke's sex life.
But now that he thought about it, they had never talked about Sakura's sex life.
It wasn't really weird. She was a girl, and girls generally don't just talk about that with guy friends. And it wasn't like he could just ask her. He doesn't want to seem perverted. And how would you even ask about that in the first place? It probably would have been a weird conversation, however it happened if it would happen, so it probably was just normal that they don't talk about it.
But right now Sasuke was just very curious. He realized that he had just assumed she didn't have a sex life, (at the moment, at least) because they never talk about it. Sure, she sometimes talks about boys who're sending her gifts or trying to court, but they were rare times and often just offhanded comments.
But when he saw what he saw...
Sasuke frowned.
Sasuke had had relationships, of course. About two serious, some flings, fewer one night stands and even random one time make out sessions every now and then.
So he knew about those things. He knew what he saw in her things.
It was lingerie.
It was red, lacy, strappy, very thin and very sheer, and just wouldn't cover anything.
He knew girls have one of those and wear them when they want sex. He'd been with enough girls to know that. He'd seen girls from the clubs looking for one night stands and wearing one of those.
But he really hadn't thought Sakura would have one of them, too.
Not that she wasn't attractive or it was unimaginable that she'd want sex but...
He really didn't know why but it just bothered him.
How long had she had it? Have she worn it before? And most importantly, if yes, for whom? And why did she bring it today? Did she have a date tonight? And again, who?
Sasuke tried to remember if Sakura mentioned any guy she was seeing recently but can't really recall. She hasn't even mentioned any recent gifts from anyone. She hasn't mentioned any guy, period.
So why..?
It was an accident when he saw it. Sakura was on her layout with Sai when Kakashi, their manager, asked him to get her cooler from her bag. And that's when he saw it.
Is she maybe keeping some things from him now? Not that she can't, but she never had. They've never kept anything from each other before.
Sasuke was really bothered. But he can't just ask her about it, can he? She didn't even know that he saw it.
But when they wrapped up the shoot, she said she would be going home. She didn't have a date.
And for the next few weeks he never saw it again. (He wasn't proud of it, but he always checks for his peace of mind. Probably not something Sakura would appreciate if she knew so he's keeping just that one a secret.)
So maybe it was just a gift? Maybe Sakura didn't even use it the way other girls do? Maybe she doesn't even use it at all.
Sasuke had almost forgotten about it until one night, after an endorsement shoot, Sakura mentioned to the whole group that she would be going out with her ex.
This didn't really came as a surprise for Sasuke. She had been mentioning the guy for a few weeks now, sharing that he was trying to reconnect with her and she was deliberating on seeing him again.
Naruto was against it. He'd always been admittedly overprotective of Sakura. (They all were, but he's just the loudest about it.) Sai didn't seem thrilled about it, too, but didn't object. Sasuke didn't really comment on it, not really seeing anything wrong about it.
Not until he saw it.
It somehow came as a shock to him when he had noticed that she was wearing the lingerie just as she said goodbye to them.
He watched her go with trepidation. It was really bothering him, so he took up Naruto's invitation to go out, too. But even that didn't distract him from worrying. All night, he was just preoccupied with what must be happening that even his friends were starting to complain.
He didn't know why he felt that way. It wasn't like they were together. He didn't think he even like her like that. But it was just...
Sakura has always been different to him. She is his best friend. So it was maybe natural that he's reacting like this? Maybe that was it?
And she is just different, period. She isn't the type of girl who would go for one night stands or casual sex. She's the type who'd you'd formally court, give flowers to, introduce to your parents. He just couldn't reconcile how he knew Sakura to a girl who'd have sex with a guy on the first date—even if he was an ex.
(He tried to ignore the small part of his mind telling him that maybe all this time he'd been thinking he was hers all along—whatever that might mean.)
Sai had started asking if he was okay. He honestly just wants to say yes, but he knew he wouldn't buy it. He was in the middle of telling him a made up story when his phone rang.
It was Sakura.
Without even turning back to Sai, he answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sasuke." She said and Sasuke froze. There was something in her voice that he knew at once she wasn't okay. She sounds as if she had been crying. She sounded broken.
"Sorry, but can you pick me up?" She asked in a little voice.
"Tell me where." He said at once, already gesturing at the boys that he had to go, without offering an explanation.
Sakura gave her a name of a street, not a restaurant or any other place. And this worried Sasuke even more. He realized that it was too quiet in the other line. He tried not to think of the implications and just concentrated on getting to her as quickly as possible.
Traffic was mercifully smooth that night and he got to where Sakura was in just about fifteen minutes.
As soon as Sakura saw him, she ran to him and hugged him and started crying. Sasuke was still confused about what happened but did his best to try and comfort her. He ushered her back to the car, into the backseat where both of them can sit. And for a while, he let her cry.
When she was starting to calm down, he finally asked.
"What happened, Sakura?"
But Sakura just shook her head, still not looking at him. Sasuke frowned.
"Want me to kick his ass?" He asked next. He didn't know what happened but he was sure it was his fault.
Sakura shook her head again.
"I just wanna go home." She told him.
Sasuke released a sigh but nodded. Sakura is first priority.
"To the dorm, please, Sasuke." Sakura said. "I don't want my parents seeing me like this." Seeing as Sakura was the only girl in their group, Sakura mostly stay at her family's home. But she does have her own room in their dorm.
"Okay." Sasuke just say. "Take a rest for now." He then he moved to the driver's seat.
The drive was quiet and Sasuke had assumed Sakura had fallen asleep. When they arrived at their dorm, Sasuke went to the backseat again to wake Sakura up.
They were also quiet as they went up to their dorm.
Sakura seems to be deep in her own thoughts, and Sasuke was just watching her, still worried.
Sakura opened their dorm and entered. Sasuke reluctantly followed her inside. Sai and Naruto still wasn't home, which probably was a good thing. Sasuke didn't really wanna explain to them what happened, when he didn't know either.
He didn't really know what to do. He was still worried and didn't really want to leave Sakura alone.
Sakura went straight to her room and left Sasuke in the living room without saying anything. After about five minutes of just standing there and waiting, Sasuke's worrying got the better of him and she followed Sakura to her room—only to see her removing her top.
Sasuke hastily closed her door but then frowned. She wasn't wearing the lingerie. She wasn't wearing any underwear. He was sure she was wearing it when she left for her date earlier.
'What the fuck did that asshole do?' He thought angrily.
He felt awful but decided to just wait for Sakura in the living room. She should know he would be there, anyway. It's not like he'll leave it just like that.
After about another ten minutes, Sakura finally returned to the living room. He was wrong, she looked a little surprise to see him there. She might have thought he'd be in his room now.
"What really happened, Sakura?" He asked seriously.
Sakura sighed but took a seat besides him.
"I'm sorry for worrying you. And I'm sorry for disturbing your night out with the others." She said first but Sasuke ignored that.
"What did he do?" He asked again, touching her chin and making her look at him.
Sakura sighed again, and turn her eyes away from him.
"We were kissing." She started saying and Sasuke now wasn't sure if he wanted to hear it. But he didn't say anything and just let her talk.
"He... he wanted to go further." She said.
Sasuke hand made a fist. Still, he didn't say anything, waiting for Sakura to finish.
"But I didn't want to. I told him no. And that we were moving too fast. We'd only just started talking again a few weeks ago and this was our first date after a long time." She said. "But then he said I was just playing hard to get, and that if I didn't want something to happen then why did I wear—well, I was wearing this lingerie." She explained.
Sasuke felt awful and also guilty. Because that was what he thought, too. But he ignored this first.
"Did he force himself to you?" He asked in a quiet whisper.
Sakura looked teary again and Sasuke clenched his teeth.
"He tried to go further but I didn't let him. Well, he managed to unhook my bra but that's all. But I was really scared so I just pushed him away and ran." She said, still not looking at Sasuke.
Sasuke closed his eyes, trying to control his anger. He gently pulled Sakura to himself to try and comfort her and to calm himself.
"Don't you ever talk to him again. And don't let me see him, either. I might not be able to control myself." He told her.
"I'm sorry." Sakura said.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. You didn't do anything wrong. He's a douchebag and he's not worth it." He told her.
"Is that how men think?" Sakura asked after a while, her head still leaning on Sasuke's shoulder.
"Hm?"
"That if a girl is wearing a lingerie, she's asking for sex?" She asked him, pulling away to look at him.
"I... yeah, I guess so." Sasuke said guiltily. "Uhm, why were you wearing a lingerie, anyway?"
"I bought it a few months ago when... well, there was this hater..." She said but trailed off. "Anway, I bought it then and I wear it whenever I want to..."
Sasuke waited, curious.
"Don't laugh, okay?" She said firstly. "I wear it whenever I want to feel pretty. I didn't wear it tonight for Yuya. I wore it for me." She said with a sigh.
"But you already are pretty." Sasuke said stupidly, quite surprised at what she said. He didn't think about that. He doesn't think she needs anything to feel pretty. She's always been pretty.
Sakura ignored what he said, though.
"Do you think I was wrong for doing that?" She asked.
"No. Of course not. Men are stupid." Sasuke just said, not really knowing what else to say.
He knew should have known better. He knew Sakura the best. Even though he didn't think she needs it, it was really something Sakura would do.
What he said made Sakura smile, though. "Including you?" She had to ask.
Sasuke shook his head, smiling a little now, too. "Not anymore."
---
That incident somehow brought them closer. They were best of friends, and Sasuke thinks she probably knew him best—even more than his guy best friends do (yes, Naruto and Sai, but he'd never admit it to them or anyone else, not even Sakura).
Sasuke hadn't heard about the douche ever since—which was probably a good thing even though he still wanted to hurt the guy.
And he didn't see Sakura wearing the lingerie anymore, for a long time. (Or maybe he just doesn't notice it. He stopped trying to look. It wasn't okay.)
That was until one time, he had accidentally saw her changing for her next scene in their music video.
They had work the whole night and he was sure she didn't have a date. So he guessed she just wanted to feel pretty.
After that, there were more times when he noticed she was wearing one (it seems she had more lingeries now)—but he just ignored it.
Maybe she just found out she likes wearing them. It didn't have to mean anything. He didn't want to be a guy who thinks everything a girl does is for a guy.
When he had formally started courting her (after some failed attempts at matchmaking by Naruto, and a few actually successful plans of getting him drunk enough to confess how he feels for their female member by Sai), he noticed even more often that she was always wearing a lingerie.
He's really trying not to notice, but he's in love with her now. He just notice everything about her. He was just careful not to assume anything. He wants to be a better guy. For her.
---
They were in Hokkaido to film a part of their group's Documentary series, and Sasuke was very conscious that Sakura was wearing yet another lingerie because at the moment, they were making out.
They had done filming for the day, and while Naruto and Sai went out to explore, he and Sakura opted to stay in their hotel. And one thing lead to another and here they are.
Still, he tried to ignore the lingerie. He was turned on as fuck but he's repeatedly telling himself she was only wearing it to feel pretty.
Sasuke could only watch when Sakura removed her shirt and pants.
And for the first time, he saw her in only a lingerie.
It was lilac, was sheer and see-through, with a lot of strings and paired with a lacy panties and stocking.
"You look pretty." He told her stupidly.
"Sasuke, I'm not wearing this to look pretty." Sakura said, trying not to laugh.
"Uhm, okay." Sasuke just say. He was still staring at her body.
Sakura shook her head at him, smiling in amusement. She then moved her hands to her back and unhooked her bra. Sasuke was just watching, mouth gaping.
"Sasuke, I'm removing it not for me, but for you." Sakura said, in a tone of someone telling a kid that one plus one is equal to two.
Sasuke just kept staring.
Sakura laughed and let the bra fall. She moved closer to Sasuke and put her arms around his shoulders.
"Sasuke, you dork, I'm telling you I want you." She told him.
"Oh." Sasuke said. "Well, it's better that we're clear, right?"
Sakura smiled. "I guess so." Then she kissed him. They didn't talk for a while.
---
Communication is key, Sasuke had found out. And with Sakura, he never have to guess because she tells him straight whatever it is she wanted.
She didn't need to use a lingerie to ask him for sex. (Usually, she'd just remove everything and he'd get a clue or she'll just say it directly.)
They were going on three years now, and Sakura had more lingeries than ever. And she was confident to wear some of them even outside their bedroom (though of course, her best ones are only for his eyes—he's not assuming, she said this herself).
Sasuke enjoys them but still think she doesn't need them to feel pretty, and most of the time, Sakura agrees with him now.
To Sasuke, she's prettiest whatever she does or whatever she wears (or don't wear), anyway.
🔞🔞🔞; no minors please | cw: mild bondage, adult toys, implications of anal play. if you are uncomfortable with these, please don't read.
modern au, established relationship
Sasuke looked at his phone for the tenth time in less than a minute.
It was past 3AM now but Naruto was still drinking and didn't look like he was slowing down anytime soon.
He read Sakura's text again for the twenty-seventh time.
Love, I'm sorry about earlier. Please don't be mad at me. Have fun with the boys. Text me when you're on your way home. ❤️ Mwah! 😊
The text was from over an hour ago. Her one and only text of the night and Sasuke hadn't answered it because he was still pissed at the time.
They had fought earlier because he went to her hospital to fetch her. But apparently, she didn't want to go home with him, and refused to come out until he left. She insisted that he should go out with his friends, instead, while she has some alone time.
It frustrated him so much because they had become quite busy now that they're both in their last year in their graduate school—her in medicine and him in law.
He had wanted to spend time with her anytime he could, because he just missed her all the time. But apparently, that was one-sided. Which admittedly had hurt both him and his pride.
But now after a few drinks and some catching up with the guys, his head had cooled. He realized how silly their little fight was. It was true that they were both busy, but it was also true that they were spending all the time that they aren't in school (or hospital, for her), together. He had remembered Sakura mentioning wanting to visit her parents. And he guessed, she does need time to be by herself, too.
Maybe he really had been a little too clingy, lately.
But he figured it was too late to call her. She was most likely asleep by now and he didn't want to disturb the few hours of sleep that she gets.
But it might not hurt to just text her. He knew that she turned off her phone when she slept (mostly because the nurses at her hospital tend to call her rather than her co-interns who are on duty, even when she's off-duty), and she'll read the text when she wakes up.
I'm not mad, baby. You were right, boys night is fun. Good morning love. I'll see you later. Mwah ❤️❤️❤️
Sasuke didn't notice that Naruto had laid his head on his shoulder. "Mwah and hearts?" He asked incredulously. "Dude, you're such a pussy..."
"Shut up you drunk asshole." He shoved Naruto's head away and he fell onto Suigetsu instead.
"Sasuke is so whipped." Kiba laughed.
"It's a good thing that the Mrs. let you out tonight," Suigetsu said. "I haven't seen you in months, man!"
Sasuke was about to retort when his phone buzzed in his hand. He frowned when he saw it was a message from Sakura. Why was she still awake?
<3 <3 <3 Be safe!
Why are you still up?
Can't sleep... 😔
Where are you? Dorm or our condo?
Condo.
Sasuke smirked, not even noticing the conversation around him.
Want me to put you to bed? ;)
I'm already in bed. Was thinking about you when you texted...
What were you thinking?
About your cock. How it feels inside of me.
Sasuke spit out the beer he had just taken a sip of. He quickly hid the phone down in his lap so that none of the guys could read it.
"Dude, what the hell?" Kiba rotested, moving out of the way of the spray.
Sasuke coughed violently. "Went down the wrong way. Sorry."
"That's just because Sakura is thinking of you!" Suigetsu laughed. "Better get home to your girl."
You're a bad girl. You're gonna pay for that. I'm coming home. Be ready.
I'm coming too. Right now.
"Fuck." Sasuke whispered to himself.
The mental image had an effect on him that he definitely didn't want the guys to see. Naruto's head fell down onto the table. Sasuke would have been worried about him passing out but he was still talking, though no one could understand what he was saying now that he was slurring sleepily.
"Time to call it a night," Sasuke said, taking Naruto by the shoulders and pulling him up.
"Help me get him to my car." Sasuke took part of Naruto's weight on his shoulders while Kiba took the other side. Together they managed to get Naruto to Sasuke' car with no incident.
Suigetsu opened the door and they laid him down on the backseat.
"You better not throw up in my car," Sasuke warned him.
But it was no use, Naruto was dead asleep.
"Will you be okay getting home?" He asked the guys.
"Yeah, no problem. Thanks for coming out, Sasuke. Good seeing you," Suigetsu said, giving him a handshake and a hug.
"Good seeing you guys too." Sasuke hugged Kiba goodbye and watched them make their way to their own cars.
He got into the driver's seat.
I'm on my way baby. I just have to take Naruto home and I'll be right there. Be ready.
You know I was born ready, love. 😉
Cheeky girl.
Just wait till I get home.
Sasuke shoved his keys into the ignition and then turned and shoved Naruto and made sure he was still breathing. Naruto let out a loud snore so Sasuke figured he was okay.
As much as Sasuke loved hanging out with the boys, he had no problem admitting that nowadays he much preferred staying in with Sakura and playing video games or watching movies than going out to bars and clubs. He had given up the single life for good and he was more than happy about it.
Sasuke didn't feel like driving all the way to Naruto's house in Hashirama Avenue, and he didn't really want to leave Naruto alone in his condo when he was this drunk. So he did the next best thing and drove to Shikamaru's that was close by.
"What the hell, man?" Shikamaru said when he opened the door after a few minutes of Sasuke's furious knocking. "It's nearly four in the morning."
Sasuke pushed Naruto off to their friend, who took his limp frame into his arms easily.
"Can Naruto crash here? Make sure he drinks water. He's going to have a hell of a hangover. Thanks man!" Sasuke was already walking away before Shikamaru could say anything, let alone protest. All he heard was a few shouted curse words before the door slammed.
He owed Shikamaru big time but he didn't care, all he wanted was to get home to Sakura.
-
The condo was dark when Sasuke walked in and he wondered if Sakura had fallen asleep. He was a little disappointed but he was still looking forward to curling up next to Sakura and just going to sleep. He didn't turn on any lights as he made his way to the bedroom even though the curtains were drawn on the windows and it was nearly pitch black.
He opened her door slowly and was surprised to find it filled with candles. They were spread out on every available surface, the nightstand, the dressers, the vanity... the candles lit up the room in a soft glow but Sakura was nowhere in sight.
Sasuke walked to the bed where rose petals were strewn in the shape of a heart. In the middle of the heart was a folded piece of paper with his name on it. He picked it up and unfolded it...
I'm sorry. I lied. You're not too clingy and I'm not tired of you. It's that I wanted to do this little thing. You might not remember, but today is the anniversary of the day we first met two years back. I've always remembered it because it was also the day I lost my Nyasuke. I've told you about him, right? That when you suddenly appeared while I was passing by the park where I found Nyasuke, I smiled for the first time that day because your hair reminded me of his fur. And I had thought maybe Nyasuke sent you to me that day to cheer me up.
And now that we're together, I'm convinced that he sent you my way not just for that day, but because he knew I'd be lonely without him. Not only do you remind me of him, you also have similar names.
So this is my thank you for that day, and for all the days after that that we're together. For all the days you've taken care of me, and prioritized me even before yourself. I hope you know I would have struggled so much more in med school, and in life in general, if it weren't for you.
Now, turn around.
Sasuke did and Sakura was right there, standing in front of him.
"Please don't sulk that I was comparing you to Nyasuke." She said but she barely registered because he couldn't believe what was in front of him.
"After all, I prepared to be your Nyakura for tonight." She says in almost a whisper.
Sasuke opened his mouth but found that he couldn't speak. Sakura was only in a very flimsy baby pink button nightdress that ended on the top of her thigh. On her head are cat ears the same color as her hair and behind her, under the dress, he can see a tail.
Sasuke was so stunned, he was frozen, only able to stare at the beauty in front of him. He never thought Sakura would do something like this for him. Sure, they have been quite open to try new things, but it was never really planned, or elaborate like this. And it seems like he can barely register this is really happening.
So, when Sakura approached him, doing her own version of "cat walk", he only registered the perfume she was wearing. It had a very subtle sweet and flowery scent—it suited Sakura.
He didn't even notice it when she had pushed him down a chair, he had no recollection of being in their room, and he only came back to his senses when he felt the cuffs around his wrists and heard the clink that meant it had been locked.
"Sakura?" He asked bewilderedly.
"Just relax there for a moment, Sasuke-kun." She tells him cheekily.
His heart started beating faster as he got an even closer look at her in the candlelight. Her hair was curled and framed her face that was more made up than he'd ever seen it, with dark, smoky eyes and full pink lips. She had on pink sandals with tall, pointed heels with straps that wrapped around her legs all the way to above her knees.
His life was so damn good.
“Sakura,” he breathed, still a little disoriented.
She put her hands on the top button at the base of her throat but looked unsure of herself, the shy Sakura he had met that fateful day two years ago was peeking through the eyes of the vixen, a little afraid and self-conscious. But as she looked into his eyes she must have seen something there that made her bolder and gave her the courage to push through because she smiled and unbuttoned one button.
Sasuke groaned, she was going to tease him slowly, torturously. It was a good thing he was handcuffed because if he wasn't he would rip all those buttons right off.
Sakura bit her bottom lip and smiled wickedly, as if she could read his thoughts. She undid the second button. He swallowed hard. Her teasing was killing him but damn he would choose this death a hundred times over.
When she undid the third button Sasuke could see a little bit of her collarbone peeking out and something about her slow teasing and seeing that small piece of flesh that he loved to suck drove him absolutely wild and he leaned forward in his chair as far as he could, desperate to touch her.
Sakura laughed, his reactions giving her more confidence and he unbuttoned the fourth and fifth buttons, spreading the fabric of the dress apart to show her collarbones.
“Sakura...” He panted. "Sakura uncuff me... please...”
She shook her head. "Not yet. Let the cat play with her food first, okay?"
Sasuke groaned. So this was how she was playing it. He didn't know that Sakura could be like this, that she had this side to her. He couldn't wait to discover more sides of her.
Sakura undid the next button right between her breasts. Sasuke panted in anticipation of what was about to be revealed to him (even though he had already seen it to the point that he can draw it by memory). He was so hard now that he was tenting his jeans and the restraint was becoming painful. But from the way Sakura kept glancing down and licking her lips he knew that she liked what she was doing to him.
She undid another button and he could see the tops of her cleavage peeking out of the fabric of her dress. They glistened in the candlelight, like she had put something shimmery on them. Sasuke longed to see those beautiful globes that he loved so much. He ached to hold and taste them. It felt like he was getting closer to his wish when Sakura popped open another button, the fabric falling open to reveal her breasts encased in a delicately designed but completely sheer lacy pink fabric, the same color as her cat ears, doing nothing to cover her breasts and her rosy nipples pointing out.
Sasuke whimpered and Sakura seemed to take pity on him. She walked closer and leaned down and kissed him. Sasuke felt like he had been given water after a long trip across the Suna desert under the hot sun. Kissing her like this, he knew that Sakura was everything he needed and more. All he wanted for the rest of his life was her.
She pulled away from his hungry, ravaging lips and stepped back, unbuttoning her dress to her belly button. Then she pushed him back onto the chair and straddled his lap. Sasuke moaned as she sat on his hard on and his face was put at level with her chest, the tightness in his jeans becoming unbearable.
"Shh..." She kissed him soothingly and then started unbuttoning his shirt, much faster than she did her own. She pushed his shirt aside to reveal his chest and then popped open the button on his jeans. Sasuke sighed in relief as she unzipped his jeans, letting his cock pop out, tenting up his boxers.
He whimpered as he looked at her breasts in front of him, so close but unable to touch or taste.
Sakura pushed down the fabric over her left breast and held her nipple to his lips. “Taste?” She said.
Sasuke eagerly latched on and Sakura moaned as he suckled, probably harder than she expected. She grinded down on his cock as Sasuke sucked more of her breast into his mouth. She held his shoulders and tossed her head back and God, Sasuke couldn't get enough of seeing his Sakura so wild and wanton.
She forcefully pulled away from him and stood up, taking several steps back. Sasuke whined as his treat was taken away and Sakura put her bra back in place. She swayed her hips a little making the tail she was wearing move, imitating that of a cat's. And then she undid another button on her hip. Then she turned around and continued unbuttoning down to the bottom of her dress. Sasuke couldn't see what she was doing but he was enjoying the way he could see a sliver of her ass she bent over slightly to reach the buttons. If he wasn't handcuffed he would walk up behind her, grab those hips and press his cock into her from behind...
Those thoughts were cut short when Sakura suddenly pushed her dress off her shoulders to reveal her back. She let it hang on her arms, not taking it completely off yet and turned her head to look at him.
“Sakura!” Sasuke tried to stand but only succeeded in moving the chair a few inches forward.
She smiled and let her dress drop to the floor. Sasuke swallowed hard and nearly weeped in ecstasy and physical pain.
She was wearing a thong. And the tail that he thought was just an accessory...
It was a butt plug.
Sasuke felt as if his mind just went blank.
The bare cheeks of her ass curved beautifully in front of him and the implications of that tail...
They had never done that before. They had explored a little, with Sasuke touching her there and trying to stimulate it. But nothing further.
She turned around to face him and Sasuke was convinced he was going to blow his load right then and there. Her tiny pink lace panties were also completely sheer and did nothing to hide anything. He was going to come just from looking at her.
Sakura walked closer and reached up behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall down her arms.
Sasuke was sweating, he wanted to touch her so badly.
“Sakura...” He gasped. "Sakura...I'm gonna!"
He gasped. "Sa-gh...I'm gonna!"
She straddled his lap again and pulled his cock out through the hole of his shorts, giving it a tug. The touch of her hand on his cock was driving him wild and he groaned, he really wasn't going to last much longer. But he was helpless beneath her, she had all the power here.
Sakura cupped his face and kissed him, rubbing her wet center on his cock.
Their kisses were sloppy and desperate, tongues tangling and teeth clashing. Sakura ran her hands all through his hair as she ground down him, panting into his mouth.
Sasuke arched his hips up and kissed, licked, and bit her neck, her shoulders, her breasts... any part of her that he could reach as Sakura bounced up and down his lap, rubbing herself on him, seeking that delicious friction, the only thing separating them was the thin fabric of her panties.
And Sasuke couldn't hold back any longer.
“Sakura... l'm gonna...r-right now."
"Yes, Sasuke..." She grabbed his cock and pushed her panties aside, rubbing him against her clit.
And that was it. He was coming.
Sasuke let out a long moan as he came harder than he ever had before, the goddess on top of him was so much better than anything he had ever known. She was so much more amazing than any of his wildest fantasies about her (and he'd had many). Sasuke's entire body shook and the handcuffs scraped his wrists as he experienced something so intense it should be religious.
Sakura was moaning and writhing on top of him, calling out his name as she reached her own climax.
Spent, she slumped forward on him.
Sasuke rested his cheek on her shoulder and panted. It took them several minutes to recover, and the handcuffs were really becoming painful on his wrists, but Sasuke was in no state of mind to complain about anything at all. He grinned and kissed her shoulder. Life was damn good.
For a few moments they just stayed like that. Sasuke felt numbingly good that he didn't even care about his wrists.
But after they've both calmed down, Sakura did noticed his discomfort and suddenly jumped off his lap, fixing her panties and putting them back in place much to Sasuke's dismay.
She grabbed a key off the coffee table and then she went to his front again.
Sasuke looked at her, bewildered.
"So, I'm done playing. And I'll release you now." She tells him.
And Sasuke blinked, now even considering maybe he had really died and gone to heaven. Was that just a preview??
He was very well aware that his little guy needed some time, though, excited as he was. But more than anything, he just wanted to touch her.
"I'll release us both now." She said further and then she approached him, sat on his lap again and from the front, uncuffed him.
Sasuke wanted to hug her close, but again, he jumped off his lap.
Then, right in front of Sasuke, she removed her cat ears and then bent over. Then she proceeded to slowly remove her tail.
Sasuke's jack went slack, absorbing her implications.
"Are you ready to play this time?" She asked him.
And Sasuke cursed, feeling himself hardening once more.
🔞🔞🔞; no minors please | cw: mild bondage, adult toys, implications of anal play. if you are uncomfortable with these, please don't read.
modern au, established relationship
Sasuke looked at his phone for the tenth time in less than a minute.
It was past 3AM now but Naruto was still drinking and didn't look like he was slowing down anytime soon.
He read Sakura's text again for the twenty-seventh time.
Love, I'm sorry about earlier. Please don't be mad at me. Have fun with the boys. Text me when you're on your way home. ❤️ Mwah! 😊
The text was from over an hour ago. Her one and only text of the night and Sasuke hadn't answered it because he was still pissed at the time.
They had fought earlier because he went to her hospital to fetch her. But apparently, she didn't want to go home with him, and refused to come out until he left. She insisted that he should go out with his friends, instead, while she has some alone time.
It frustrated him so much because they had become quite busy now that they're both in their last year in their graduate school—her in medicine and him in law.
He had wanted to spend time with her anytime he could, because he just missed her all the time. But apparently, that was one-sided. Which admittedly had hurt both him and his pride.
But now after a few drinks and some catching up with the guys, his head had cooled. He realized how silly their little fight was. It was true that they were both busy, but it was also true that they were spending all the time that they aren't in school (or hospital, for her), together. He had remembered Sakura mentioning wanting to visit her parents. And he guessed, she does need time to be by herself, too.
Maybe he really had been a little too clingy, lately.
But he figured it was too late to call her. She was most likely asleep by now and he didn't want to disturb the few hours of sleep that she gets.
But it might not hurt to just text her. He knew that she turned off her phone when she slept (mostly because the nurses at her hospital tend to call her rather than her co-interns who are on duty, even when she's off-duty), and she'll read the text when she wakes up.
I'm not mad, baby. You were right, boys night is fun. Good morning love. I'll see you later. Mwah ❤️❤️❤️
Sasuke didn't notice that Naruto had laid his head on his shoulder. "Mwah and hearts?" He asked incredulously. "Dude, you're such a pussy..."
"Shut up you drunk asshole." He shoved Naruto's head away and he fell onto Suigetsu instead.
"Sasuke is so whipped." Kiba laughed.
"It's a good thing that the Mrs. let you out tonight," Suigetsu said. "I haven't seen you in months, man!"
Sasuke was about to retort when his phone buzzed in his hand. He frowned when he saw it was a message from Sakura. Why was she still awake?
<3 <3 <3 Be safe!
Why are you still up?
Can't sleep... 😔
Where are you? Dorm or our condo?
Condo.
Sasuke smirked, not even noticing the conversation around him.
Want me to put you to bed? ;)
I'm already in bed. Was thinking about you when you texted...
What were you thinking?
About your cock. How it feels inside of me.
Sasuke spit out the beer he had just taken a sip of. He quickly hid the phone down in his lap so that none of the guys could read it.
"Dude, what the hell?" Kiba rotested, moving out of the way of the spray.
Sasuke coughed violently. "Went down the wrong way. Sorry."
"That's just because Sakura is thinking of you!" Suigetsu laughed. "Better get home to your girl."
You're a bad girl. You're gonna pay for that. I'm coming home. Be ready.
I'm coming too. Right now.
"Fuck." Sasuke whispered to himself.
The mental image had an effect on him that he definitely didn't want the guys to see. Naruto's head fell down onto the table. Sasuke would have been worried about him passing out but he was still talking, though no one could understand what he was saying now that he was slurring sleepily.
"Time to call it a night," Sasuke said, taking Naruto by the shoulders and pulling him up.
"Help me get him to my car." Sasuke took part of Naruto's weight on his shoulders while Kiba took the other side. Together they managed to get Naruto to Sasuke' car with no incident.
Suigetsu opened the door and they laid him down on the backseat.
"You better not throw up in my car," Sasuke warned him.
But it was no use, Naruto was dead asleep.
"Will you be okay getting home?" He asked the guys.
"Yeah, no problem. Thanks for coming out, Sasuke. Good seeing you," Suigetsu said, giving him a handshake and a hug.
"Good seeing you guys too." Sasuke hugged Kiba goodbye and watched them make their way to their own cars.
He got into the driver's seat.
I'm on my way baby. I just have to take Naruto home and I'll be right there. Be ready.
You know I was born ready, love. 😉
Cheeky girl.
Just wait till I get home.
Sasuke shoved his keys into the ignition and then turned and shoved Naruto and made sure he was still breathing. Naruto let out a loud snore so Sasuke figured he was okay.
As much as Sasuke loved hanging out with the boys, he had no problem admitting that nowadays he much preferred staying in with Sakura and playing video games or watching movies than going out to bars and clubs. He had given up the single life for good and he was more than happy about it.
Sasuke didn't feel like driving all the way to Naruto's house in Hashirama Avenue, and he didn't really want to leave Naruto alone in his condo when he was this drunk. So he did the next best thing and drove to Shikamaru's that was close by.
"What the hell, man?" Shikamaru said when he opened the door after a few minutes of Sasuke's furious knocking. "It's nearly four in the morning."
Sasuke pushed Naruto off to their friend, who took his limp frame into his arms easily.
"Can Naruto crash here? Make sure he drinks water. He's going to have a hell of a hangover. Thanks man!" Sasuke was already walking away before Shikamaru could say anything, let alone protest. All he heard was a few shouted curse words before the door slammed.
He owed Shikamaru big time but he didn't care, all he wanted was to get home to Sakura.
-
The condo was dark when Sasuke walked in and he wondered if Sakura had fallen asleep. He was a little disappointed but he was still looking forward to curling up next to Sakura and just going to sleep. He didn't turn on any lights as he made his way to the bedroom even though the curtains were drawn on the windows and it was nearly pitch black.
He opened her door slowly and was surprised to find it filled with candles. They were spread out on every available surface, the nightstand, the dressers, the vanity... the candles lit up the room in a soft glow but Sakura was nowhere in sight.
Sasuke walked to the bed where rose petals were strewn in the shape of a heart. In the middle of the heart was a folded piece of paper with his name on it. He picked it up and unfolded it...
I'm sorry. I lied. You're not too clingy and I'm not tired of you. It's that I wanted to do this little thing. You might not remember, but today is the anniversary of the day we first met two years back. I've always remembered it because it was also the day I lost my Nyasuke. I've told you about him, right? That when you suddenly appeared while I was passing by the park where I found Nyasuke, I smiled for the first time that day because your hair reminded me of his fur. And I had thought maybe Nyasuke sent you to me that day to cheer me up.
And now that we're together, I'm convinced that he sent you my way not just for that day, but because he knew I'd be lonely without him. Not only do you remind me of him, you also have similar names.
So this is my thank you for that day, and for all the days after that that we're together. For all the days you've taken care of me, and prioritized me even before yourself. I hope you know I would have struggled so much more in med school, and in life in general, if it weren't for you.
Now, turn around.
Sasuke did and Sakura was right there, standing in front of him.
"Please don't sulk that I was comparing you to Nyasuke." She said but she barely registered because he couldn't believe what was in front of him.
"After all, I prepared to be your Nyakura for tonight." She says in almost a whisper.
Sasuke opened his mouth but found that he couldn't speak. Sakura was only in a very flimsy baby pink button nightdress that ended on the top of her thigh. On her head are cat ears the same color as her hair and behind her, under the dress, he can see a tail.
Sasuke was so stunned, he was frozen, only able to stare at the beauty in front of him. He never thought Sakura would do something like this for him. Sure, they have been quite open to try new things, but it was never really planned, or elaborate like this. And it seems like he can barely register this is really happening.
So, when Sakura approached him, doing her own version of "cat walk", he only registered the perfume she was wearing. It had a very subtle sweet and flowery scent—it suited Sakura.
He didn't even notice it when she had pushed him down a chair, he had no recollection of being in their room, and he only came back to his senses when he felt the cuffs around his wrists and heard the clink that meant it had been locked.
"Sakura?" He asked bewilderedly.
"Just relax there for a moment, Sasuke-kun." She tells him cheekily.
His heart started beating faster as he got an even closer look at her in the candlelight. Her hair was curled and framed her face that was more made up than he'd ever seen it, with dark, smoky eyes and full pink lips. She had on pink sandals with tall, pointed heels with straps that wrapped around her legs all the way to above her knees.
His life was so damn good.
“Sakura,” he breathed, still a little disoriented.
She put her hands on the top button at the base of her throat but looked unsure of herself, the shy Sakura he had met that fateful day two years ago was peeking through the eyes of the vixen, a little afraid and self-conscious. But as she looked into his eyes she must have seen something there that made her bolder and gave her the courage to push through because she smiled and unbuttoned one button.
Sasuke groaned, she was going to tease him slowly, torturously. It was a good thing he was handcuffed because if he wasn't he would rip all those buttons right off.
Sakura bit her bottom lip and smiled wickedly, as if she could read his thoughts. She undid the second button. He swallowed hard. Her teasing was killing him but damn he would choose this death a hundred times over.
When she undid the third button Sasuke could see a little bit of her collarbone peeking out and something about her slow teasing and seeing that small piece of flesh that he loved to suck drove him absolutely wild and he leaned forward in his chair as far as he could, desperate to touch her.
Sakura laughed, his reactions giving her more confidence and he unbuttoned the fourth and fifth buttons, spreading the fabric of the dress apart to show her collarbones.
“Sakura...” He panted. "Sakura uncuff me... please...”
She shook her head. "Not yet. Let the cat play with her food first, okay?"
Sasuke groaned. So this was how she was playing it. He didn't know that Sakura could be like this, that she had this side to her. He couldn't wait to discover more sides of her.
Sakura undid the next button right between her breasts. Sasuke panted in anticipation of what was about to be revealed to him (even though he had already seen it to the point that he can draw it by memory). He was so hard now that he was tenting his jeans and the restraint was becoming painful. But from the way Sakura kept glancing down and licking her lips he knew that she liked what she was doing to him.
She undid another button and he could see the tops of her cleavage peeking out of the fabric of her dress. They glistened in the candlelight, like she had put something shimmery on them. Sasuke longed to see those beautiful globes that he loved so much. He ached to hold and taste them. It felt like he was getting closer to his wish when Sakura popped open another button, the fabric falling open to reveal her breasts encased in a delicately designed but completely sheer lacy pink fabric, the same color as her cat ears, doing nothing to cover her breasts and her rosy nipples pointing out.
Sasuke whimpered and Sakura seemed to take pity on him. She walked closer and leaned down and kissed him. Sasuke felt like he had been given water after a long trip across the Suna desert under the hot sun. Kissing her like this, he knew that Sakura was everything he needed and more. All he wanted for the rest of his life was her.
She pulled away from his hungry, ravaging lips and stepped back, unbuttoning her dress to her belly button. Then she pushed him back onto the chair and straddled his lap. Sasuke moaned as she sat on his hard on and his face was put at level with her chest, the tightness in his jeans becoming unbearable.
"Shh..." She kissed him soothingly and then started unbuttoning his shirt, much faster than she did her own. She pushed his shirt aside to reveal his chest and then popped open the button on his jeans. Sasuke sighed in relief as she unzipped his jeans, letting his cock pop out, tenting up his boxers.
He whimpered as he looked at her breasts in front of him, so close but unable to touch or taste.
Sakura pushed down the fabric over her left breast and held her nipple to his lips. “Taste?” She said.
Sasuke eagerly latched on and Sakura moaned as he suckled, probably harder than she expected. She grinded down on his cock as Sasuke sucked more of her breast into his mouth. She held his shoulders and tossed her head back and God, Sasuke couldn't get enough of seeing his Sakura so wild and wanton.
She forcefully pulled away from him and stood up, taking several steps back. Sasuke whined as his treat was taken away and Sakura put her bra back in place. She swayed her hips a little making the tail she was wearing move, imitating that of a cat's. And then she undid another button on her hip. Then she turned around and continued unbuttoning down to the bottom of her dress. Sasuke couldn't see what she was doing but he was enjoying the way he could see a sliver of her ass she bent over slightly to reach the buttons. If he wasn't handcuffed he would walk up behind her, grab those hips and press his cock into her from behind...
Those thoughts were cut short when Sakura suddenly pushed her dress off her shoulders to reveal her back. She let it hang on her arms, not taking it completely off yet and turned her head to look at him.
“Sakura!” Sasuke tried to stand but only succeeded in moving the chair a few inches forward.
She smiled and let her dress drop to the floor. Sasuke swallowed hard and nearly weeped in ecstasy and physical pain.
She was wearing a thong. And the tail that he thought was just an accessory...
It was a butt plug.
Sasuke felt as if his mind just went blank.
The bare cheeks of her ass curved beautifully in front of him and the implications of that tail...
They had never done that before. They had explored a little, with Sasuke touching her there and trying to stimulate it. But nothing further.
She turned around to face him and Sasuke was convinced he was going to blow his load right then and there. Her tiny pink lace panties were also completely sheer and did nothing to hide anything. He was going to come just from looking at her.
Sakura walked closer and reached up behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall down her arms.
Sasuke was sweating, he wanted to touch her so badly.
“Sakura...” He gasped. "Sakura...I'm gonna!"
He gasped. "Sa-gh...I'm gonna!"
She straddled his lap again and pulled his cock out through the hole of his shorts, giving it a tug. The touch of her hand on his cock was driving him wild and he groaned, he really wasn't going to last much longer. But he was helpless beneath her, she had all the power here.
Sakura cupped his face and kissed him, rubbing her wet center on his cock.
Their kisses were sloppy and desperate, tongues tangling and teeth clashing. Sakura ran her hands all through his hair as she ground down him, panting into his mouth.
Sasuke arched his hips up and kissed, licked, and bit her neck, her shoulders, her breasts... any part of her that he could reach as Sakura bounced up and down his lap, rubbing herself on him, seeking that delicious friction, the only thing separating them was the thin fabric of her panties.
And Sasuke couldn't hold back any longer.
“Sakura... l'm gonna...r-right now."
"Yes, Sasuke..." She grabbed his cock and pushed her panties aside, rubbing him against her clit.
And that was it. He was coming.
Sasuke let out a long moan as he came harder than he ever had before, the goddess on top of him was so much better than anything he had ever known. She was so much more amazing than any of his wildest fantasies about her (and he'd had many). Sasuke's entire body shook and the handcuffs scraped his wrists as he experienced something so intense it should be religious.
Sakura was moaning and writhing on top of him, calling out his name as she reached her own climax.
Spent, she slumped forward on him.
Sasuke rested his cheek on her shoulder and panted. It took them several minutes to recover, and the handcuffs were really becoming painful on his wrists, but Sasuke was in no state of mind to complain about anything at all. He grinned and kissed her shoulder. Life was damn good.
For a few moments they just stayed like that. Sasuke felt numbingly good that he didn't even care about his wrists.
But after they've both calmed down, Sakura did noticed his discomfort and suddenly jumped off his lap, fixing her panties and putting them back in place much to Sasuke's dismay.
She grabbed a key off the coffee table and then she went to his front again.
Sasuke looked at her, bewildered.
"So, I'm done playing. And I'll release you now." She tells him.
And Sasuke blinked, now even considering maybe he had really died and gone to heaven. Was that just a preview??
He was very well aware that his little guy needed some time, though, excited as he was. But more than anything, he just wanted to touch her.
"I'll release us both now." She said further and then she approached him, sat on his lap again and from the front, uncuffed him.
Sasuke wanted to hug her close, but again, he jumped off his lap.
Then, right in front of Sasuke, she removed her cat ears and then bent over. Then she proceeded to slowly remove her tail.
Sasuke's jack went slack, absorbing her implications.
"Are you ready to play this time?" She asked him.
And Sasuke cursed, feeling himself hardening once more.
Sarada was in a phase where she loved crawling into small spaces. They would find her under tables and inside of closets. Blanket forts were a delight for her, which Sasuke liked to indulge her in.
Father and daughter loved to huddle in a blanket fort in the living room or Sarada's bedroom where they would talk or Sasuke would read stories or play with his sharingan.
Sakura would never have thought that the great and often feared kekkei genkai would serve as their daughter's very own sort of virtual reality game (she often prefers that over their normal television). Sasuke loved showing their daughters the sights and scenery the both of them saw when they were traveling. And Sarada is very curious about the world. She had even heard her husband promise their daughter to take her to these places once she was a little bigger.
Sometimes Sakura joined them, but mostly she kept out of the way and left them to their father-daughter bonding. She liked having her own time with Sarada, too, after all.
It was the other day when they had all been in Sasuke and Sakura's bedroom watching a little TV before bedtime that Sarada saw some kids playing in a playhouse in a yard. She watched enraptured as the kids moved inside and out of the small space, playing pretend games.
Their precocious five year old had said, "Papa, I want house!" Sasuke studied the house on TV and said, "I could build that."
The next day Sasuke had hauled home wood he woke up early to get from the forest, and now here.
Sakura was watching her husband build a house.
She observed him through the backdoor as she held their son, , on her shoulder, patting the infant's back. Satoru let out a burp and Sakura wiped his mouth with the burping cloth and gave her sweet baby a kiss. Meanwhile, outside, Sasuke paused from his work to wipe his face that was dripping with sweat. He used his shirt to do it, lifting up the bottom and revealing his very fine abs that Sakura could never ever get tired of staring at.
She paused in rocking Satoru to do so now. There was a reason that she was standing here on the other side of the glass door. She did love to watch Sasuke work or train. She watched the defined muscles of his biceps pop out as he sawed the wood, using both his normal hand and his susanoo arm. When he bent down to pick up the fallen piece, she admired his backside.
Yes, she was standing here and shamelessly ogling her husband.
The doorbell rang, making Sakura jump and pulling her out of her reverie.
"Waah..." Satoru whined.
"Shh...shh..." Sakura rubbed his back as he walked to the front door.
Their older neighbor, Sonoma-san, was on the other side, holding her four year old granddaughter, Nana. "Hi, Sakura-san! Hi Satoru! Ahh the baby is awake!"
"He's just about to sleep," Sakura said as she welcomed her guest.
"Come inside, Sonoma-san. Hi, Nana-chan! I love your pink dress, you're so pretty."
"Tank tchoo," The blonde little girl said in her small adorable voice, making Sakura smile.
"Is Sarada-chan ready?" Sonoma-san asked. She put Nana down in Sarada's playpen in the living room, where the little girl immediately occupied herself with Sarada's toys, obviously familiar with them.
After they left Konoha, they found a small village close by the mountains of Bird Country, and settled down here. No one knew that they were war heroes, although they are aware that they have trained and had retired as shinobi. But everyone had been very welcoming of them, especially their next door neighbors, the Sonomas.
They are a warm family that has become a friend to them, especially while Sakura was pregnant with Satoru. Sonoma-san, and her daughter would often visit her and would always offer to take care of Sarada so Sakura could rest. And since Nana-chan was the same age as Sarada, they had become close friends, too.
Today, they were set to have a playdate.
Sonoma-san held her arms out excitedly for the baby and Sakura comfortably gave her Satoru.
"Sarada!" Sakura yelled up the stairs. "Sonoma-san and Nana-chan are here! Please come down now!"
"Coming, Mama!" Sarada's little voice calls back.
Sakura walked back over to Sonoma-sa . "Please wait for a little bit, she's currently in the phase of wanting to prove that she's grown up and can wear her clothes by herself."
"Ahh. Where is your husband?"
"He's at the back, working on something."
"Even though it's Sunday?" Sonoma-san asked in surprise.
"No. He just thought of making a playhouse for Sarada because she mentioned she wanted one."
"Oh, that husband of yours really likes spoiling your daughter." Sonoma laughed.
"Well, she's a Papa's girl." Sakura grinned. "I'll just call Sasuke so he can say goodbye to Sarada."
Sakura walked across the house to the back door.
"Anata!" She called out. "Come here for a bit! Sarada's about to go."
He looked up and nodded at her.
Sasuke walked over and tried to give her a kiss but she leaned away. "Sasuke! You're dripping sweat!" She complains.
"You like it." He grinned, walking past her.
Sakura made a face.
"Hello, Uchiha-san!" Sakura followed behind and watched them exchange greetings as Sarada finally appeared at the top of the staircase.
"Oba-chan!" Sarada squealed delightedly when she saw their guest.
"Hello, Sarada-chan!" Sonoma-san gave Satoru back to Sakura and reached out for Sarada's hand.
"Are you ready?"
"Yah!"
"Nana-chan, Sarada-chan is here. Come here so we can go," Sonoma-san calls.
"Sakura-san, do you want me to also take your little one? So you can take a break for today."
"It's okay, Sonoma-san. You're already taking care of two kids."
"It's alright, I have Saori." That was her daughter. "It's probably been a while since you've had some time for each other," she winked at them.
Sasuke laughed and put an arm around Sakura. Sakura could only imagine how people from their old village would react if they saw this version of Sasuke.
But seeing him like this, it had really been what made her ultimately decide that they weren't going back. They were happier here, Sasuke, especially. They were far from battles, deaths, politics and their old nightmares. They were at peace and both their kids are, too.
"Maybe next time." Sakura said. "When Satoru is a little older."
"Okay. So, we'll go on ahead. Are you guys ready for the playground?" Sonoma-san asked Sarada and Nana. "Yay!"
They cheered. "Say bye to your mom and dad!"
"Bye!"
Both Sasuke and Sakura kissed Sarada and said their goodbyes and then they were on their way.
Sakura walked out to the gate with Satoru and made the baby wave his little hand goodbye.
"Now go rest and take a bath," Sakura said to Sasuke as soon as they were back inside. "You're covered in sweat."
"I'm just gonna finish up quickly, Tsuma."
"Sasuke..."
"It'll be quick." He reassured her and gave her a kiss, then kissed the top of Satoru's head.
Sakura sighed as he sprinted off to the backyard.
She took Satoru upstairs and played with him. a bit until he started to get sleepy. Sakura put him down in his crib for a nap and then quietly crept out of the room, leaving the door open.
The room next door had been converted to a spare bedroom/office space for Sakura.
She sat down at her desk to check some documents and tried working on some of the files needed in her small clinic. After they settled down here, Sakura immediately noticed the lack of medical access and had immediately worked so she could have a clinic built here. She only had to get permission from the daimyo, and contact the closest hospital—in a city a few miles from here for supplies and talks about referrals and whatnot. In just a year, Sakura had successfully opened her clinic. She mostly only asked for donations—any fee the patient is able to spend, just to help with supply fees, and then get her real wage from giving medical lectures in a school and hospital from that nearby city. Sasuke also has his work as a mercenary, anyway, and that also brings big money to the family.
Sakura drafted a case report—something she plans on using for her next lecture, and then found herself losing track of time
Sakura was so lost in thought that she nearly fell out of her chair when a knock on the open door sounded. She turned around to see Sasuke, leaning against the doorway topless, wearing pants, and his hair still damp from a shower.
Sakura felt her heart racing, and not from the scare. He looked delicious enough to eat.
"Sorry, I startled you. Busy?" He asked.
Sakura looked up from his abs and she could feel her face slowly heating up as her eyes met his. Sasuke slowly smiled. He knew her well enough by now to know that she was checking him out.
She cleared her throat. "No. I just finished it."
Sasuke closed the door and walked towards her. "I'm fresh and clean now. Wanna smell?" Sakura backed up until the back of her chair hit the desk.
"Did you check Satoru?"
"He's still asleep." Sasuke leaned over her, placing a hand on the desk behind her and pinning her to the wall. They stared at each other for a long minute.
Finally Sakura couldn't take it anymore and she pulled Sasuke down, crashing his lips onto hers. She kissed him hungrily. She had been craving him since downstairs, when she had watched him work in the backyard. Sasuke pulled her up against his body and Sakura's hands fisted in his damp hair. He was right, he did smell good. The combination of his soap with his natural, manly Sasuke scent drove Sakura crazy. He lifted her up and set her down on the desk.
"What—what if Satoru... wakes up..." Sakura said.
She was trying to think clearly but how could she when Sasuke was sucking on her neck?
"We'll do it fast," he growled into her neck, already unbuttoning her pants with one hand.
Fast, they could do fast. Sakura was already wet and ready for him. He bit down on her collarbone and she arched up and scratched her nails down his back. That was all the incentive Sasuke needed and suddenly her shirt and bra were off. He was gentle with her breasts, in contrast to their urgency. They were sensitive and the milk inside was precious, so Sasuke placed gentle kisses on her mounds, took her nipples between his lips but didn't suck, instead swirling his tongue around each and leaving a soft kiss.
Meanwhile, Sakura unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. The bed was only three feet away and as much as she wanted to throw Sasuke onto it, she knew they didn't have long before the baby woke up.
"Quickly, Sasuke-kun..." she murmured.
He pushed her pants and underwear down her legs then did the same with his own. Sakura kicked off her pants and opened her legs. As soon as Sasuke cupped her pussy in his hand he could feel how wet she was.
"Sakura," he gasped. He swiped his thumb over her clit and she arched up. She met his eyes and nodded.
He was inside of her, thrusting hard and fast. He gripped her hips while Sakura held onto the edge of the desk. They both angled their torsos away from each other, giving them an amazing view of his long, thick cock disappearing inside of her.
Sakura looked down, entranced by the view. It wasn't going to be long now.
"Sakura, Sakura..." Sasuke grunted.
He leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder. The sharp sting of pain, along with the change in Sakura let out a loud cry. She slapped a hand over her mouth, aware that the baby was just next door.
"Anataaa..." she moaned as he drove in deeper, hitting delicious spots inside of her. Sakura wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, breathing him in. Her hips pumped up and in his next hard thrust she rotates her hips in a circle and clenched hard.
"Sakura!" Sasuke growled.
He brought his hand down between them and rubbed circles over her clit. And that was all it took. Sakura was falling over the edge with him as Sasuke emptied himself inside of her. She muffled her scream by biting down on his shoulder as her green eyes rolled back in her head and her body vibrated.
"Waah! Waaah!" A long loud wail pierced the air. The cries coming in loud and clear from the baby monitor on Sakura's desk. They could also hear the muffled cries through the wall.
Sasuke and Sakura, still panting and gasping, looked at each other. They didn't need to speak, their eyes were communicating. Sasuke pulled out of her and cleaned himself up.
In less than a minute he had his boxers and his pants on, then he was out the door. Sakura gingerly jumped down from the desk and then face planted onto the bed, taking time to recover. She could hear Sasuke comforting Satoru over the baby monitor and it made her smile. She thought about the life they had led when they were traveling, and now that they're settled down and with two kids (so far).
Has their sex life changed since having children? Yes, definitely. It wasn't as frequent as it used to be and not as long. But the one thing that hasn't changed? It was still mind blowing each and every time.
Anyway, they always find ways to get the mission done.
- this doesn't make sense in the time period i used, coz there are words here that can't even be translated in japanese. but it's a pwp so just accept it as it is haha
-not betaed
AN: just to be clear: i know they look young in the official art, but they're adults in this fic.
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Sasuke kissed her. And Sakura couldn't say she didn't expect it. In fact, she was waiting for it the whole night.
"I love you," he said against her lips.
And at his words, Sakura felt her eyes pricked with tears.
"Finally." She teases him, smiling a little.
But Sasuke frowned, looking a little guilty. "I'm sorry I only got the courage to say it now.
But Sakura shook her head. She didn't want to think about anything else besides the two of them just yet. For tonight, she just wanted to live in the moment.
"Then, just say it more. As a form of recompense."
Sasuke finally smiles and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you."
Sakura buried her face in his chest, her grin pulling her cheeks apart. She couldn't remember ever being this happy, it filled her whole heart to bursting.
"I love you," she said into his chest
Sasuke smoothed a hand down her back. "I love you." He repeats.
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The sliding door opens with a loud thud and Sasuke pushed her through, his lips never leaving hers. Her obi was undone before the door was even closed behind them. And next thing she knew, he was already pulling apart her juban.
Sasuke pushed her up against the closed door, his mouth traveling down to her collarbones, his hands cupping and massaging her breast.
This wasn't the first time they've done it. But it was the first after their confession.
Sakura pulls his red scarf off of him and then reached up and buried her fingers in his hair as he took a nipple between his lips and sucked hard. She moaned as he laved one nipple with his tongue and twisted the other one with his fingers.
He completely pulls off her juban and Sakura couldn't get out of them fast enough. Sasuke pressed open-mouthed kisses down her stomach until he reached the edge of her fundoshi. Sakura squirmed, she was so wet and she just wanted his mouth on her already. He licked a line on her hip right at the edge of the lace.
"Sasuke..." she moaned.
He pressed his nose to her center and licked her mound through the damp cotton. Sakura couldn't keep still, she tried to push her fundoshi down but Sasuke grabbed her hands. He put them on his shoulders instead.
"Wait," he instructed.
And the word reminded Sakura of the first very time they did this. The very first night they met. Her, a sheltered soon-to-be-runaway daughter of a wealthy merchant, disguising herself as courtesan as a form of rebelling from his father's plans of arranged marriage, as well as to quench her own curiousity. And him, a young samurai seeking some comfort from his nightmares.
In the present, Sasuke gripped her hips then slowly started to slide down her fundoshi, taking his time pulling it down inch by excruciating inch...
Sakura squeezed Sasuke's shoulders in impatience. She was so wet that the cloth of her fundoshi was sticking to her mound when Sasuke pulled it down her thighs. It dropped to the ground and Sakura kicked it away, unabashedly spreading her legs for him. He kissed his way up her inner thigh and she squirmed, her nub was practically throbbing for him.
When Sasuke finally licked it, just a little lap, Sakura felt like her whole body had been electrocuted and she let out a loud moan, fisting her hands in Sasuke's hair to keep him there. He held her hips in his hand and began licked and sucking with more vigor. The back of Sakura's head banged against the door as the pleasure overtook every inch of her body.
He pushed two fingers inside of her and at the same time nibbled her nub, giving it a hard lick as he rubbed that spot inside of her. Sakura completely came apart, screaming his name and her legs nearly giving out beneath her. If Sasuke hadn't been holding her hip tightly with one hand she would have slid down to the ground. He licked her slick as Sakura slowly came down from her high.
She was panting hard when Sasuke looked up at her, small beads of sweat pooling on her hairline and on her collarbones. Sakura slid down the door and into Sasuke's arms. He held her close, stroking her pink hair and kissing her forehead, as she caught her breath. After a few minutes had passed and she could finally think straight again, Sakura realized that Sasuke still had all of his clothes on while she was completely naked. That just wasn't right.
She tugged at his kimono while still in his embrace, trying to indicate that she wanted it off. He chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"Sasuke..." Sakura whined. If she had any strength left in her limbs she would rip the cloth right off him.
Sasuke stood up and before Sakura could even protest at the loss of him he had scooped her up into his arms and was now carrying her bridal style to the futon. He laid her down gently and climbed on top of her, holding all of his weight on his arms and legs so that he was hovering above her, their bodies inches away but not touching.
"I love you," he whispered. He looked deep into her eyes and there was no way Sakura could doubt his sincerity. He was completely bare to her, his eyes spilling out his soul.
He kissed her forehead. "I love you."
He kissed each eyelid. "I love you."
He kissed her nose. "I love you."
He kissed both cheeks. "I love you."
He kissed her chin. "I love you."
He kissed her lips and Sakura grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to her and kissing him with all that she had. She wanted to do all she could to show Sasuke just how much she loves him.
When they finally pulled away for air Sasuke was gasping for breath. "I love you," Sakura said, grinning up at him.
She had regained her strength and used it roll Sasuke onto his back. She sat astride him,
But he was still clothed and that was still a problem for her.
Sakura slowly undid his obi and pulled apart his kimono, revealing his perfectly defined abdominal muscles. He pulled his arms out of his kimono and lifted himself slightly off the futon so that she could pull the kimono off. Sakuea lightly raked her fingernails down his chest, stopping at his waistline. She wanted to go slow, to pay him back for teasing her earlier, but it looked like Sasuke was enjoying the show far too much. He simply crossed his arms beneath his head and smirked up at her, his gaze traveling from her face to her breasts to down between her thighs and back up again.
Sakura's nub was throbbing again and she so badly wanted to have him inside of her but first she had to teach him a lesson. She'd have him begging for her first.
She scooted down the bed until her face was level with Sasuke's cock and she grinned when his breath hitched as her hand passed over the obvious tent in his fundoshi. She breathed on his cock over the fabric of his fundoshi and Sasuke squirmed beneath her. He tried to push his fundoshi down but Sakura slapped his hands away.
"No!" She scolded, glaring up at him. She lay her cheek down on his thigh and lightly traced his cock, tenting up his undergarment with the tip of her index finger.
"Sakura..." Sasuke whined.
She smiled.
She pulled down his fundoshi and Sasuke let out a breath as his cock was released. Sakura lay her cheek on his thigh again and stroked his balls, purposely keeping her touch light.
"Sakura..." Sasuke groaned, his teeth grit tight. She knew it was only his self-control and deep love and respect for her that was keeping him from grabbing her head and making her give him what he wanted.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent. "Yes, Sasuke-kun?"
"Please..."
She leaned up on her elbows, her face only inches away from his shaft. "What was that?"
He groaned loudly and threw an arm over his eyes. "You're evil, you know that?"
She darted out her tongue, taking a quick lick of his tip. Sasuke's hips bucked up.
"Sakura please..." He looked down at her. "You win. Please take me in your mouth."
Sakura licked up the underside of his cock and swallowed him whole, taking him as far back in her throat as she could. Sasuke moaned loudly, his words becoming unintelligible as she bobbed up and down on his cock.
"Sakura..." He warned her.
She ignored him and took him to the back of her throat again, keeping the suction of her mouth tight. Sasuke slipped his fingers through her hair and tried to pull her up but she kept her position. When she cupped his balls with her left hand and scraped the underside with her nails, Sasuke let out a loud shout and bucked his hips, finally losing control.
Sakura swallowed every bit of his release and slowly let him out of her mouth, licking up the underside as she went. After a final lick and kiss to his tip, Sakura crawled up Sasuke's body to where he was panting hard, his eyes still closed in bliss. Even so, he wrapped his arms tightly around Sakura once she was level with him, holding her close and burying his face in her hair.
Sakura always knew that Sasuke has a fascination to her hair. It was the first thing he commented on when they first met. And as they kept meeting and meeting, she had noticed his fondness of her locks. He was always playing with it, smelling it, or burying his face in it when they slept. She absolutely loved the fact.
"Fuck," was all he said when he could speak again.
"Technically, we haven't yet," Sakura told him. She tried to move off from on top of him but he held her in place, refusing to loosen his arms around her.
"Let's fix that..."
She giggled. Sakura could feel him pressed against her thigh and it was safe to say that the little guy hadn't recovered quite yet.
"Already? I don't think you're up yet..."
"Give me a few minutes," he growled, and then suddenly flipped her over so that she was on her back. And then he was kissing her, firing her body up and making her ache with desire all over again.
Only Sasuke could do this to her. Only he could make her want him so badly that she felt like her body would explode from inside if she didn't get inside of her.
There was just something about the way their bodies fit together. It was electric... it was sparks flying but also a peaceful calm. It was just right, like this was how it was supposed to be... their bodies were physically made to fit each other.
Sasuke kissed down her neck, licking and sucking that spot she loved right above her collarbone. When he bit down, it was like sparks jolted right down to her nub, driving Sakura wild.
He was ready. She knew when she could feel his hard shaft brushing up against her mound. Sasuke rubbed the tip up and down her nub, making Sakura buck up against him. The sensation felt so good but she wanted more.
Sasuke positioned himself at her entrance and looked down at her, his eyes finding hers and she could almost cry at the emotions that she saw there. "Sakura, I love you," he said.
His sincerity was written all over his face, it was in his heart. She had never been loved like this before. All of her flaws, her shortcomings, her indecisiveness and the way she had deceived him in the past. Sasuke accepted it all, forgave it all, and loved her even at the moments when Sakura found it hard to love herself. Sakura knew in this moment that Sasuke had all of her. She would walk through fire for him. She would trust him with all of her heart and soul.
"I love you, Sasuke," she said. He entered her and she gasped at the deliciously tight sensation of him filling her. She spread her legs wide, taking him as deep as he could go, loving the feeling of his hard shaft inside of her.
He pressed his forehead to hers, their eyes locked on each other, as he moved inside of her. The had made love so many times over the past that Sakura has lost count but she knew that this time was different. This was the beginning of something.. .something that would never end, should nevernend.
Sasuke moaned as she squeezed her muscles around him, her hips met his thrusts, and her breasts brushed against his chest with every movement. He lifted her legs, placing his hands beneath her knees, and the angle made him brush against her nub as he drove deeper and harder into her. She crumpled like paper beneath him, the sensations overtaking every inch of her body as she screamed his name, her muscles spasming around his shaft. Sasuke gave one final thrust, losing all control as her muscles squeezed around him, and he came inside of her. Sakura could feel the warmth of his seed and it made her shiver as she came down from her high.
As they calm down, Sasuke moved to lie on his back, and Sakura automatically moves to lie her head on his chest and kiss it. "I love you," she murmured.
Sasuke smiled and kisssed the top of her head.
"I love you, Sakura. I'll love you always." He whispers.
And that was the last thing Sakura remembers before drifting to sleep.
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In the morning, Sakura woke up cold and alone. Sasuke's side of the futon was already cold, so she knew he must have left a long while ago.
She wasn't surprised, nor was she hurt. It had been at the back of her mind the whole time last night, even though she wanted to forget it.
He left for the war. And there was no reassurance that he could come back.
Sakura let the tears fell as she finally accepts their reality. And then and only then did she noticed that her hand was wrapped with red cloth.
She blinked, confused, and then recognized the cloth. It was a part of Sasuke's scarf from last night.
She felt her heart pounding, and she was finally able to smile.
She knew Sasuke, so she knew what this meant.
This wasn't some sort of souvenir he left for her to remember him by. No. He wasn't sentimental like that. Instead, this was a promise. A promise that he will come back safe, and he will come back to her.
Sakura didn't know where Sasuke was, all she knew was that she badly needed a bath. It was a simple life in this little fishing village in the outskirts of Water country. The bathing areas were outside and the first time Sakura used it, she was terribly self-conscious. She still was so she tried to time her baths so that it was in the middle of the day when no one was around, everyone being busy at work and the kids off at school.
Sakura opened the curtain to the bathing area and screamed in surprise when Sasuke suddenly stood up. He looked flustered for a moment, and instinctively pulled her inside.
"Sorry, Sasuke-kun. I didn't know you were here." Sakura had immediately said.
"It's okay." His gruff voice says as he closed the curtain behind her and stood there naked, completely unabashed.
Sakura blushed. If this had been a few weeks ago, she would already be running away, her skin flushed red from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. But after the intimacies they shared on the island they were previously staying on...
With one look, she already knew what was going on in Sasuke's mind. She had known Sasuke most of her childhood, and though they had been separated for a few years, they had both started relearning each other since they started travelling.
By now, especially now that she already is her wife, she knew him like the back of her hand.
Even without words, she knew that look. He had worn that look almost the whole time they were on that uninhabited island that only he knew of. (She never wondered why he had chosen that place to go to for their honeymoon after all that).
And well, it was technically still their honeymoon. The only reason they left that island from Negi was because Sakura wanted to keep moving and restart their travels. She had wanted to move farther West before winter starts in the East.
And she reasoned with herself that there was nobody around. The houses had been empty when Sakura passed by and their hosts wouldn't be back for hours. So she hung up her towel and clean clothes and fell back into Sasuke's eager arm.
He wrapped his arm around her and kissed down her neck. Sakura closed her eyes. She could feel him getting hard against her butt, only her clothes separating them.
Sasuke set about to rectifying that, lifting her shirt up. Sakura turned around and raised her arms, letting Sasuke pull her shirt up and over her head. He hung up her shirt and then took off her bra. Next was her shorts. Then finally, her panties.
Sasuke took a minute to look at her standing naked in front of him, in the middle of the day, in a semi-open bathing area. Sakura flushed red. She brought her arms up to cover herself but Sasuke grabbed them.
He didn't say anything, only slowly looked her up and down, taking every inch of her naked body in.
She could understand that look, too. She knew he finds her beautiful.
He pulled her to him and kissed her. Sakura crushed her chest to his and wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth.
Minutes passed as he devoured her mouth. Sasuke's hand slid down her back cupped her ass. Sakura could now feel him fully hard against her stomach and she needed him inside her. But she wasn't above making her husband suffer a little bit.
Sakura pulled back. "I thought we were taking a bath?"
There was a large bin with fresh, clean water in it and Sakura took the dipper and filled up the half-empty bucket Sasuke was using. He was silent behind her as he watched her work and Sakura knew it was because he was enjoying the view as she bent down to pour the water into the bucket. When it was full, she poured water down her body, shivering a little. The water was cold.
Sakura picked up the bar of soap and finally turned as she soaped up her wet body. Sasuke stood there slack jawed as he watched her. She felt a little embarrassed with what she was doing but this was her husband. She didn't need to convince herself that this was perfectly alright, she only had to push down her self-consciousness. Sakura smiled, moving the soap down her body in a way that she hoped looked sexy.
She didn't have to worry. Sasuke growled and pulled her wet, soapy body against his dry one. Sakura closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss...but it never came.
Sasuke's face was close, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face. Their chests were pressed together, her stiff nipples feeling extra sensitive from the bare contact with his flesh.
Sakura opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"I'll do your back," he murmured. Then he took the soap out of her hand and turned her around. He pushed her hair over her shoulder and started rubbing the soap down her back, creating a thick lather.
Sakura closed her eyes and relished the feeling of Sasuke's large hand rubbing her back. He rubbed in circles, gradually moving lower and lower until he was rubbing her ass. Sakura gasped in surprise as Sasuke suddenly slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her center. She moaned as his soapy fingers rubbed her clit.
"Sasuke!" She gasped.
He had evidently had enough of the teasing. Sasuke picked up the dipper and rinsed the soapy residue off her body. Sakura tried to turn around but Sasuke kept her in place. He held her against his body and leaned over her shoulder to kiss her.
Sakura leaned back and met his kiss, loving the feel of his hard chest against her back and his strong arm wrapped around her body. Sasuke's hand wasn't idle, it stroked her stomach and then came up to cup her breasts as their tongues tangled together.
She brought her arms up, clutching the back of Sasuke's head as they kept kissing. The move thrusted her chest out even further. Sasuke brought his hand down and cupped her center. Sakura broke away from his lips and moaned as he rubbed circles on her clit. She panted and tried to twist in his arms but again, Sasuke kept her in place. He kissed down her neck and bit down on her shoulder.
"Sasuke!" Sakura cried out.
Sasuke placed her hands at the top of the thin shoulder-high wall surrounding them, making Sakura bend over slightly. She knew what her husband wanted and immediately spread out her legs.
She tingled inside and out. She couldn't wait to have him inside of her, and she didn't have to wait long. Sasuke grabbed her hips and pushed his thick, hard length into her from behind.
"Fuck, Sakura..." he groaned.
The angle allowed him to push in deeper than he's ever been and Sakura clenched her muscles around him in ecstasy. He pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside her, and then pushed back in. One hand gripped her hip and the other pushed her over further in her bent position, and then he pulled out again before pushing back harder and faster.
Sakura moaned loudly. Her hands gripped the edge of the wall tightly in her bent over position, giving her leverage to push back against Sasuke's thrusts.
He pulled out and pushed in again, harder and faster and even deeper, and she pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts and her breasts bounced with each rapid movement.
Sakura had never felt so wanton. On the island, she could give in and do things she's never done before because there was no one around to accidentally see or hear them. But now they were out in the open, in a small but densely populated village. If anyone was nearby, she was sure they could hear their moans and the cries of each other's names. But Sakura couldn't bring herself to care. It felt too good. So so good.
The hand on her hip moved to the inside of her thigh and then to the top of her mound. He pressed one finger between her lips, seeking and finding her clit and rubbing it with each stroke of his cock.
Sakura gasped and panted at the dual sensations of his finger rubbing her and his cock pounding into her. Sasuke was cursing out strings of obscenities and her moans had turned to wails. He pulled out and pushed in again. Again. Again. And again.
He was rubbing her clit with two fingers now and Sakura clenched tightly around him. She couldn't hold back anymore and with another hard thrust, she was coming hard, screaming out Sasuke's name and closing her eyes so tightly that she was seeing stars. Sasuke pulled her hard against him as he pushed into her one last time, and he groaned as he pulled out and emptied himself by their feet.
Sakura turned and dropped down to her knees, quickly taking Sasuke's softening cock between her lips. She sucked him gently and then lapped him up, quickly cleaning him off. Sasuke groaned.
"Sakura..."
She slid up his body and kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around him and pushing her entire body flush against his.
She loved him so much. So so much. There weren't words enough to tell him how much she loved him. How very glad she was that they were finally here after everything that had happened, and how happy she is that they were finally married, finally officially a family. But she could show him.
Sasuke was annoyed. He was doing business, in his female body, laying with a man to collect some seed when he was suddenly quite literally tugged into another place.
Someone dared to summon him.
He was furious. He had never been summoned before, especially not by a mortal. It was just unheard of. He was infamous for his cruelty and his temperamant, as well as his insatiability.
So no one had ever dared. And he didn't like anyone changing that.
He ended up inside what seems to be a small room—a maid room from what he remembers from the mortal world.
He hadn't been here for a very long time, but it seems the humans still hasn't changed that much.
He sees the magic circle on the floor, drawn by blood. And at one sniff, he already realized that it was a witched who had summoned him.
Or at least, a descendant of a witch. From how the magic circle was drawn, and how everything else was prepared, it wouldn't be surprising if this was the witch's first time trying any magic.
The mana used was very unstable, however it was powerful enough that even though the ritual wasn't properly prepared, they were still able to summon them.
At the very least, the desire to summon him was very strong.
But he wondered why that would be?
Who would want to summon the Lord of Lust?
He jolted a little as he now looks onto the unconsciou perpetrator.
Pink hair.
Just like <i>her</i>.
He shakes his head at the memory. It was just hair. He shouldn't think of useless memories. He couldn't even see the witch's face.
The witch must have used all her mana and lost her consciousness.
He approaches her, and in her hand was a piece of paper where his name was written.
<i>'Prince Sasuke.'</i>
He frowned, still confused at this summoning.
He had a theory, and with a flick of his finger, he summoned any soul by the name of 'Prince Sasuke.'
At once, a soul of a young boy appeared. Its form was already turning black, and Sasuke had no doubt this child was killed.
"Who are you?" Sasuke asked him.
The spirit, looking terrified, answered, <b>"I-I'm Prince Sasuke, the 7th Prince of Konoha."</b>
"You were killed?" Sasuke asked dismissively.
The child nods, its spirit turning a little darker. It was angry. <b>"By the queen. He also killed my mother after I was born."</b>
Sasuke just nodded carelessly, now understanding.
This was probably a hated Prince, that they had named him after him, a hated demon.
Sasuke closed his fist, and just as the soul appeared, it disappeared.
He already got the information he needed, so he had no need of the spirit anymore. He would let it be, whether he became a vengeful ghost was not his business nor his concern.
He now looks back at the witch.
Her attire tell him that this is a maid, probably the murdered prince's. So she might have wanted to summon the prince to talk to him.
Unluckily for her, he had summoned a different Prince Sasuke.
"Now how should I punish you?" Sasuke wonders outloud with a despicable smirk.
Since he was deprived of pleasure earlier, he would make sure that he could derive some enjoyment from this situation.
He locked the door behind with another flick of his finger, not wanting to be disturbed. He stood there staring at her. He silently walked around where he was lying on the floor to look at her.
And for the second time that night, he was caught off guard. He could see her face now.
And it was...
It was the exact same face as hers, from all those years ago.
How many centuries has it been, he wonders?
When he hadn't been a demon of lust... when he hadn't even been a demon.
His fall from the ranks of his fellow nephilim just because he fell for a human girl.
He couldn't even remember why he had given up everything for her. He couldn't remember everything that had happened.
But he could remember her face.
The face he's looking at right now.
But this wasn't her.
She had already died. She had promised to love her forever but her body had aged, and she still ended up leaving him.
She had left him a long time ago.
This wasn't her.
He saw that she had a peaceful face, an innocent face. One so different from most of the people he was used to dealing with, as an incubus; it was not one filled with joyless mirth, nor did it contain any of the senseless vulgarity.
He knew he had to punish her. He had to punish her in a way he had never punished anyone before because no one had dared to summoned him before. He felt something stirring within him that had never stirred before over any human he had seen in the last few decades. He knew what he had to do.
He gently kissed her on the cheek and cautiously moved his body so that she was trapped underneath him. She did not stir as he touched as little of her as possible. When he was over her, he began kissing up and down her neck. He was kissing her gently at first and then more forcefully. He was licking and sucking the wondrous skin on the back of her neck. She let out a slight whimper and was slowly woken up as his kisses became more intense, and he pumped a little of his own power in her body to fix the circulation of her mana.
When Sakura awoke fully she at first believed herself to still be dreaming. The moisture and warmth she felt on her neck was wonderful. She didn't open her eyes fearing that it would end the dream. She allowed herself to moan with pleasure.
"Having a sweet dream, my little witch?" A voice asked cruelly.
Her eyes flew open and she was confused for a moment, and then realized exactly what was happening. She feared moving any further as she noticed the bat-like wings, the horns and the long black tail jutting out from his behind.
She lay frozen slowly realizing what she must have done, and whose voice that had been.
She made a mistake. She completely forgot who the late Prince's namesake was.
She felt his body over hers. She felt his warmth and she felt those wonderful lips on her neck. She knew one of his hands was beginning to explore her body and slightly tug at her clothing.
"Has the dream ended? What a shame it appeared that you were enjoying it so much... Then again, perhaps you are still dreaming. Except this isn't a dream, is it? It is a nightmare." She could hear his voice laughing at her while he said this.
"Please, I, I'm s-sorry I didn't mean to summon— I won't ever... oh..." She couldn't finish as his hand had slid over her breast.
"You won't ever do this again? Please, Please stop. I'm helpless you win, just forgive me and let me go. That's what you want to say isn't it?"
As he said this she couldn't help but moan again. He forced her to turn over on to her back, continuing to pin her down. He was grabbing her nipple through her uniform and pinching it. All she could do was gasp. He relented for an instant.
"Answer." The voice was cold and unyielding.
"Answer what?"
Her uniform was ripped open to expose her breast.
"Is that what you wanted to say." The voice had nearly as much of an effect on her body as his hands did. She did not want to show it, but she couldn't control the power he seemed to hold over every bit of her body.
"Yes"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I, wanted to beg you to forgive me...to," it was so hard to focus on saying the words.
"To, what?"
"To ask you to let me go. —to ask... you to stop."
"What do you want me to stop?"
She knew there were so many things that she wanted to tell him to stop, but she could barely form a thought. He seemed to have taken her ability to speak, her ability to think. She knew for the first time in her life what it meant to be helpless. He held each of her hands pinned with one of his own as he licked her exposed breast. Then he stopped for just a moment leaving her body locked as it had been. She looked at him. She saw his eyes.
Red eyes, that seems to look into her soul.
She felt as if she were far more naked looking into those eyes than she ever could be by just having her clothes removed. She felt as if they stared at each other for hours. She felt as if she knew more about him by looking into those eyes than if they had spoken for those hours they seemed to stare at each other for. They only locked eyes for a few moments. She forgot that those eyes were supposed to make her feel nothing but unrelenting pain and fear.
Then he kissed her. She felt him let go of her arms and grabbed onto him. She pulled herself closer wanting to be closer to that great warmth inside of him. He broke the kiss. He slid his hand underneath her skirt rubbing over top of her undergarments.
She yelped. She remembered why she had been frightened before. She tried to push him off of her. His touch was like nothing she had ever felt before. She knew that she should fight the feeling, that this was wrong, but she couldn't help enjoying it.
"What do you want me to stop?"
"Please, not there," her body was thrashing violently about; it felt so good. "Please, I, I'll never, oh, do it, again."
"If I let you go, how will I know you've learned your lesson? How will I know that you've paid the proper price?" After he said this she felt him rip her skirt from top to bottom. He then grabbed her top and ripped it the rest of the way down. She was exposed. The only thing covering her was her underwear.
She tried to push him off of her. She tried to escape. She knew that she had to or that he was going to force himself inside of her.
He was an incubus. It was what he would do.
He laughed. He let her get out from underneath him. He let her run to the door. It was locked. She could not escape. He walked up to her slowly. He stared right into her eyes. She was powerless. He leaned close to her, she felt his breath on her cheek. He removed the remainder of her top as she stared into those eyes. They shone like molten lava. Those eyes have an awful power. She could not explain it, but she felt as though her soul was laid bare before them. She wanted to do anything those eyes told her.
When she looked at his face she knew that she would never meet a more attractive man. She knew that the attraction she felt to him was not just by his physical beauty, but to something much stronger. Something that left her completely powerless. She did not understand what it was, but she knew it was there and somehow she knew that he felt it too. She knew that this power was what caused him to hold her in his gaze for longer than he intended.
He moved closer. She was pressed up against the wall. He pinned her to it. She felt the storm raging inside of his body. She knew he wanted to throw her onto the bed and take her right then, but there was something he wanted to do first.
"Your choice to run from me was the first time you disappointed me. You proved that I need to take action in order to make sure that you are disciplined properly." He said coldly.
"Do what you will with me," She said, defeated, "I know now that I cannot escape or expect mercy."
He felt an intense hunger in his body for her. A hunger that he had never felt before, but he was going to wait until the punishment was finished before satisfying that hunger.
His clawed hand lingered over her body, lightly caressing it as he moved away and said, "Remove your underwear."
She did as she was told as he sat in one of the chairs.
"You have misbehaved like a naughty child haven't you?"
"...Yes ...yes, I have."
"And how do you punish a naughty child?"
She cringed, knowing the answer. Hesitantly she replied, "With a..."
"With a what?"
"With a spanking."
"That's right, now come here." He said, pointing to his lap.
She obeyed, laying herself over his lap so that he could spank her.
He then said, "While a spanking would be appropriate for a girl that misbehaves, I don't believe that it is appropriate for an apparent slut."
She felt her cheeks flush red. She could not stand that insult. "I am not a slut." She stated indignantly.
He smacked her ass. She yelped. He then went on to say, "Only a whore would be as wet as you are now." Running his fingers between her lips as he said so eliciting a moan from her. "Only a slut would want to be fucked as you clearly do now."
"I, I don't want to, be fucked." She said between gasps for air as he continued running his fingers splitting apart her lips. "I, am not a slut. I've never, done, anything, like this before."
She couldn't describe the feeling. She didn't think that it was possible to feel what she was feeling. She knew the feeling should disturb her, but she couldn't focus on that thought; her mind had no power over the sensations going up and down her spine.
"Well, I don't believe you and I am going to make sure that you never want to be fucked again because I am going to ruin you for all other men. No man will ever be able to satisfy you when I am through with you. Sex will become an exercise in futility with any of them.
"I am going to punish you by spanking you until you admit you are a whore. I will force you to moan like one, by not removing this hand." He said showing which one he meant by rubbing a finger over her clit.
He took his left hand and smacked his palm against her ass. She shrieked in pleasure. She couldn't stop moaning. She couldn't stop screaming. It felt so good. She felt her hips trying to grind into his hand. She felt them bucking against fingers. She felt a finger pressed against her entrance and she moved her body trying to allow her lips to swallow it. He wouldn't let her. She wanted to feel a part of him inside of her so badly.
"Admit that your a whore," he said allowing his finger to move inside of her a little more before taking it back to the edge of her entrance.
"Please! Please! I can't say that, it's, not true." she pleaded knowing how weak her words sounded amongst her moans.
"Then I will not treat you like a whore." He stated firmly.
He continued teasing her. She had no choice.
"I am a... whore."
His finger moved inside of her a little.
"Are you a dirty little slut?"
"Yes"
"Say it."
"I'm a dirty little slut!"
He moved his finger further into her.
"Will you do anything to have me fuck you?"
"I need to be fucked!"
He moved his finger all the way into her rubbing over her G-spot. She came in a violent orgasm. She felt him move his finger out of her and him picking her up. He carried her and laid her down on his bed.
She laid there for a moment feeling aftershocks ripping through her body from the orgasm. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before and it left her completely helpless, but craving more. When she finally had gotten used to the feeling, to a certain extent, she looked over at him and saw his naked body.
He was tall and had a very lean muscular build. He looked angelic, except for his wings, and horns, and the tail that was long it reached to his horns, surrounding them and making a halo-like circle, no doubt mocking the real nephilim.
She could see how strong he was, but his muscles were not large and bloated, they were taut like a stretched cord. Then, she saw how large he was and wondered if it was possible for him to fit inside of her. She wanted him. She wanted all of him.
"Now, my pet, do you still need to be fucked?" He asked.
She felt herself nodding her head as she sat up.
"Then use your mouth to get me nice and wet so that I can slide inside of you."
She gingerly grabbed onto him and started licking up and down the length of his shaft. After she had layered the length of his cock with saliva she started onto his head.
"Suck on it." He commanded.
She opened her mouth and put as much of him into her as possible. Sucking on him as she moved her head up and down. She heard him groaning with pleasure. After some time he told her to lay back.
He was on top of her and he placed his throbbing cock at her entrance. He began pressing himself inside of her. It hurt. He saw her wince, as he expected, already knowing that he was truly taking her virginity and that she had never been with a man before.
The fact excited him.
"It will only hurt for a moment." He said wrapping his arms around her and kissing her.
Sakura had not expected that gentleness from him, but she nodded, somehow feeling soothed.
He continued slowly moving inside of her and then letting her body adjust to his size. He waited patiently until he finally had himself all the way inside of her. Then he started fucking her slowly at first, but very gradually picking up speed. Pain gave way to overwhelming pleasure.
She was at his mercy. Her body was his possession and he could do with it anything he pleased.
He made her come again. He didn't give her a choice as he rubbed her clit while he was fucking her. Then feeling the overpowering need to orgasm himself, he came. He came and she felt it as his hot juices spurted out all over the inside of her.
She felt exhausted and as though she needed to be close to him. As though he was her only anchor to the world. He allowed her to cling to him. He acted as though he did not care or notice her. She held tightly to him. Sleep overtook her.
Sasuke stood up and stare at the girl in front of him, still bare. He looked at her face, and once more memories from lifetimes ago came back to him, but this time he let it.
He couldn't deny it.
As they fucked and stare at each other earlier, he had felt it.
It was her soul. She's back in this world.
Although she obviously do not remember him, or their history.
But he didn't care about that.
He smiles as he once again moved over her body and kissed her on the temple.
"Welcome back." He whispers.
She had promised to love him forever—to be his forever.
It seems their forever had started once again. And he will definitely make sure she will be his in her every lifetime—in every minute of that lifetime, starting with this one.
He gave her another kiss, this time on the lips.
It might not have been an accident that she had summoned him.
'Your soul might really be searching for me.'
"I will visit again. Soon."
He promised, and with a wave of a finger, he was gone, and any traces of the ritual, and what they had shared had also disappeared.
But on Sakura's left breast, a mark like that of an eye, with three commas appeared.
It was a mark that of the Lord of Lust's possession.
entry for sasusaku month day 23 & sasuke week day 6 (prompt: hokage/royalty)
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She is almost at the gates when he captured her.
Big strong arms surround her waist as she shrieks, kicking and struggling futilely as Sasuke picked her up and flew back towards the Hokage tower.
His tower now.
As they entered, Sakura could see his underlings—Oto shinobis as well what seemed to be Orochimaru's experiments.
They were all in their cursed seal form, but still somewhat coherent.
Somewhat, since they barely act like humans, but they can seem to think for themselves, at least.
Just like the Sasuke who was holding her now.
“The King's new plaything,” they sneer, laughing in her face. They call Sasuke their king, and call this shell of her former village as their kingdom. This wasn't unique to her old village, too. After the Akatsuki had taken over, each member claimed themselves king of the villages they've betrayed.
She wants to scream at them in defiance, to reject all their insinuations.
But she could barely move her limbs, let alone fight back. Sasuke was holding her very tightly.
She thought she could escape, she thought she could get away from this hell—this wasn't Konoha anymore...
But Sasuke found her. And now there truly is no escape.
He dropped her on the floor, but even before Sakura could move, summoned snakes bound her wrists and ankles writhing and creeping up her skin. The summons follows Sasuke as they carry her, while her tears streams down her cheeks as she begs, pleads for mercy, willing him to go back to being the Sasuke she knew.
No one pay any heed.
She struggles as they approach a room—Sasuke's room, the seemingly elongating halls before her fanning new flames of terror. Acidic fear churns in her gut until she feels she might vomit, but her struggles are for naught. She’s already empty of chakra, half-starved from her life of imprisonment since the invasion and destruction. And her heart breaks as she realized she was once more, weak and helpless.
So very weak compared to Sasuke's cursed seal-powered variant.
Her last thought before she was dragged into the room is that she never should have returned to Konoha.
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Sasuke watched as his summons carried the pink haired kunoichi to the bed.
He doesn’t really understand it. He knew she was his former teammate, that she was one of the people he valued, but he shouldn’t be like this anymore.
He’s different now. He died. It’s only him now in his head.
There were no more second voices. No more other him—that him who looked like his eight years old self in his mind. That stubborn part of himself that refused to let go of his bonds, or of his humanity. That would scream inside his head whenever he tried to hurt his old friends.
That was gone. It was quiet in his head now.
He vanished ever since he found about the reality of what happened to his family, to his brother.
He had been living in silence since then.
So, why? He really doesn’t understand why he keeps her around, why he can’t just let her go—she shouldn’t influence him anymore. But he just can’t help himself. He instinctively just chases after her when she runs. He can’t kill her either for some reason. That inner self of him wasn’t stopping him anymore, but something else is.
Something like... desire.
Sasuke just stared at the girl, ever more curious.
But he concludes, he would keep her. It was entertaining, anyway.
And she will never be a threat to him, either.
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The binds on her ankles are cut, and she is forced to walk into the throne room, or what used to be the meeting hall.
Hundreds of leering faces stare back at her, sharp teeth, and claws glinting, cursed seal marring their skins. Some of them have scales, while others have tails that curl and thrash in interest. Others would look utterly similar to humans, if it weren’t for the moving marks on their skin ranging in all shapes.
The monsters titter and jeer at her. She can hear their hissed words, and their laughter.
They finally make it to the throne—a throne that has an Uchiha crest on it. There are gaps and cracks in the stone which made Sakura think that it might have been an old Uchiha heirloom, but that is not what draws her attention.
A man lounges there, one leg thrown carelessly over the arm of the throne, skin darker than how it was, and a grotesque hand-like wings over his shoulders. His tousled white hair is gleams. One forefinger is braced against his temple, thumb cradling his jaw, while the rest of his fingers brush idly over his lips. His entrancing yellow eyes were both terrifying and captivating, heavy-lidded as they drag shamelessly over her form.
He’s the most beautiful man she’s ever seen, even in his cursed form.
He’s also only her greatest nightmare now.
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Sasuke leads her back to the throne and sit her right on his lap. Her eyes catch the dark marks swirling up the fingertips to the arm holding her, and she pales. A reminder of what she'd lost, of what she is no. No better than a possession. She clenches her fingers together in her lap, trying to ignore the steady warmth of his body against hers, the heat of his thigh now pressed against the most intimate part of her as he shifts her legs to fall to either side of it.
Dressed in a kimono with the finest fabric she had ever felt on her skin, what Sakura assumes as servants—also Cursed, kept approaching, proffering Sasuke and her with platters overflowing with food that were mostly suspiciously her favorites. Sasuke then chooses a piece of sugared apple, placing them in her palm.
“Feed me.” He said, his face blank. "You used to do that, right?"
She fights not to stare at him aghast, and trying to not betray the hurt she was feeling at his casual reference to their old memory—her old memory. This wasn't the Sasuke she shared that with.
He nudges her again, gesturing at the food, and Sakura realized this is exactly what he wants. Her complete submission, debasement in front of everyone. He wants to show everyone how he possesses her.
And she’s the fool who got caught and gave up her freedom away, thinking there was still something to come back to here in Konoha.
Gritting her teeth, she takes the apple that’s dipped in honey, and offers it back to him. Sasuke meets her eyes with a slumberous, heavy-lidded gaze, and opens his mouth expectantly.
She knows he can see her pride warring with the defeat of her circumstances in her eyes. Her jaw feels as though it might crack as she brings the treat up to his mouth, trying to place it gingerly on his tongue without touching him.
No such luck.
Sasuke’s lips close over her fingers, and he sucks , tongue laving over her fingertips in a skillful dance that has color burning high on her cheeks, sending an unwanted throb of heat pooling between her legs, right where his thigh is pressed. She’s frozen for a moment as his yellow eyes hold her hostage, the wicked promise in their depths sending nerves fluttering through her stomach.
It takes all of her willpower to open her mouth, to let him gently place the same treat on her tongue, but her resolve to appear unaffected cracks when her entire body seizes with pleasure as the taste explodes across her tongue. At once she sensed danger, and she suddenly remembers Kabuto. She had seen him here before she had tried to escape. Have they put something on this?? The experiments—monsters, are they still making them?? Is this why there are so many of them?? And why they can keep their cursed forms for days on end?? Does this make it permanent??
But even as she thinks all these, and as her mind was screaming for her not to ingest anything anymore, she couldn't help it. It was a taste she couldn't explain. A taste that made her feel... more—just more alive. She was craving it. It was addicting.
She already wants more.
Sasuke pushes his fingers further into her mouth, pressing them on her tongue and she can do nothing but suck the lingering, addictive taste off his skin, unable to break her gaze from his.
They go on like this, feeding each other as she tries and fails to keep her body from relaxing against his. It’s just… she’s so tired. She spent days and days on the run hiding in the woods, unable to fall asleep for nights. She can practically feel the dark circles bruising under her eyes, the tremble in her muscles as the adrenaline pounding through her finally crashes, seeping away all of her strength.
So very, very tired.
Sasuke’s yellow gaze is hypnotizing, his hold deceptively comfortable. Encompassing. Warm. Solid.
Just like her old Sasuke.
Dangerous, her mind pleads, reminding her that he put her on his lap for his entertainment, to punish and mock her before his army.
Perhaps, if she could just shut her eyes for a moment…
“Tired?” Sasuke murmurs, leaning forward to brush his lips against hers. Her eyes fly back open, and she shakes her head, completely caught off guard by the sudden kiss. She felt weirdly thrilled--it was whatever she ingested, she tried to tell herself. And she also felt heartbroken, feeling her feelings mocked by this monster inside a shell of her Sasuke. He lets out a laugh, low under his breath for only her to hear, moving his lips to the corner of her jaw. “Are you sure?” He asks, referring to the way she shook her head.
“I'm not,” she insists now, reminding herself that this is the deadliest shinobi in Konoha. There is nothing soft or comforting about him, and she cannot allow herself to relax in his hold. He is the embodiment of everything wicked and dark and perverse.
“You don’t have to run anymore,” he croons in her ear, pressing his lips to the soft spot behind it that sends a delicate shiver racing through her. “You’re safe now. You can relax.”
Safe…
Is she safe?
Her eyes flutter open, meeting a pair of furious, emerald green in the crowd.
No.
She’s trapped in the most dangerous place, held hostage in the claws of the beast, however gentle that hold may be right now.
“Fuck you,” she hisses, but he only raises a white brow in intrigue.
“Later, if you’d like,” he says with a wink. Sakura bristles, hating him more than she ever has before.
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Her time quickly falls into a semblance of a routine. By night she sleeps beside Sasuke, and no matter how close to the edge of the bed she starts, somehow, she always wakes up tangled in him, their arms and legs intertwined in a way that makes it impossible not to wake him if she tries to extricate herself, which he rarely allows. He doesn’t do anything more, however, and it has Sakura on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She can’t understand what he’s waiting for, why he refrains from taking advantage of her. There was nothing she didn't expect from him anymore. And it’s hardly like she could refuse him if he tried.
When she wakes, she is bathed and scrubbed pink by female monsters—apparently also servants of the Hokage—the king’s, and dressed in a new kimono, like some sort of doll. They place delicate kanzashis in her hair that match the jewels of the obi, and Sakura can’t help but wonder at the dark irony of being bejeweled at her most vulnerable. It feels like some sort of sick joke, but she cannot lie to herself that she doesn’t like the way it looks.
After her bath, she’s brought to the throne room where she spends her time serving the King of the Cursed, sitting on his lap or at his feet, and feeding him, while he does anything and everything he wants with her body—whether touching it, or forcing her to ingest more of that addicting potion.
Every time she thinks she’s gotten used to her new life, he’ll slide his fingers a little too high on her thigh, or leave a nipping kiss on the spot of her throat that sends electricity zinging through her body, her breath hitching in her throat, and she must quickly shove down every emotion, every traitorous reaction her body has, and pretend that she feels nothing.
She wishes she were numb, craves it with every fiber of her being, but it remains ever out of reach, sliding through her fingers like smoke. An ephemeral wish she has no hope of attaining.
Nights stretch into weeks, and with every passing evening, it becomes harder and harder to feel nothing.
One afternoon she wakes to feel the length of Sasuke’s body pressed against her back, his arms wrapped securely around her. He’s still asleep, his even, slow breaths tickling her ear, but that is not what has her entire body held as tense as a rope.
The issue she wakes to is that the hard, hot length of him is nestled between the curves of her bottom, and she can feel every inch of it.
Heat drips like warm, viscous honey to the base of her spine, pooling to a point between her thighs. Screwing her eyes shut, she tries to breathe, to settle the needy ache that has taken root there, telling herself it means nothing. She feels nothing. Is nothing.
Sasuke murmurs something, sleep-slurred words she does not know. His arms tighten around her, and his hips shift forward, rocking against her.
Oh, kami have mercy.
Sakura bites back a whimper as he grinds his hard length into her, heightening the sharp need sinking its claws into her.
The minutes crawl by, and it takes every ounce of her will-power, every last vestige of strength she possesses not to shift her hips back, not to press her thighs together to relieve the ache. She’s desperate for even the slightest brush of friction, but—no, she’s not desperate. She is not a wanton, sex-starved, harlot. She is a captive, and he is her captor. To think otherwise is utterly ridiculous.
“Sakura…” he sighs in his sleep, but it sounds more like a moan, his hips shifting again. Sakura stops breathing.
He’s… dreaming of her.
Sakura is a trembling mess by the time he finally awakes and rolls away from her, unable to move from beneath the blankets.
Later, perched on his lap in the throne room with his thigh nestled between hers, Sakura counts every breath, holding herself taut because she doesn't trust herself to not move.
If Sasuke’s hands happen to press down a little on her hips halfway through the night, dragging a soft whimper from her throat, she doesn’t say anything.
She crawls into bed at night, thighs pressed tightly together, and ignores Sasuke’s lithe form moving around the room preparing for bed, a pair of black, linen pants slung so low on his hips she can see the tight V of his hips where it disappears into the cloth.
When the bed dips under his weight, Sakura forces herself to go pliant as he tugs her until she’s rolled half on top of him, his thigh once more nestled comfortably between her own.
Time crawls forward, and eventually Sakura is ready to admit to herself that she may be a bit… strung out.
It’s only natural, she reasons to herself, lying in bed one morning as she slowly slides her fist to squeeze between her thighs, desperate for even the barest hint of friction to relieve the ever-present ache that has been building there for weeks. A matter of time, really.
And she was even suspicious that whatever it is he puts in all the things he feeds him might influence her body in this way, too, other than the obvious it was turning him into whatever they are. A Cursed one, with marks already spreading across her arms.
And Sasuke is still devastatingly handsome, and she spends almost every single moment of her time in his presence. Sprawled over his lap during their celebrations, limbs tangled in bed, on his arm walking to and from meals and meetings, where he dictates the running of his kingdom, metes out his law and justice with one hand, the other resting on her knee. More often than not he has some part of his body touching hers, and naturally, after several weeks, Sakura’s body might be… unwittingly responding to it. It’s a biological phenomenon. Nothing more.
Sakura’s hips can’t forward the barest hint, and she bites back a whine at the sweet curl of pleasure. The need thundering through her veins is so sharp it’s almost painful. She does it again, greedy for more, her breaths coming in soft pants as she slowly works the ember into a flame, so very, very careful not to shift too much, not to make a sound.
Her climax is just beginning to build, coiling pleasantly deep in her core when warm, broad fingers curl around her wrist, tearing her arm unceremoniously from between her thighs. Sakura nearly cries out as her completion is abruptly cut off, left to fizzle out into a cruel, unsatisfied ache.
“You’ll come from my touch, or not at all, Sakura,” Sasuke murmurs into her ear, his voice low and rough with sleep. “Be a good girl now, and go to sleep.”
A sob hitches in her throat, and she tries to obey. Her knees rub uselessly together for a brief moment before he shifts forward and pushes his thigh between hers, his lips leaving sleepy, indulgent kisses up and down her throat. She wonders if his cruelty knows no bounds.
She won’t use it. She won’t.
“Sleep,” he croons, hand trailing its way down her side to her thigh, squeezing gently.
She is burning. Unraveling. Sanity unspooling and there is no one to piece her back together. No one to shore up the weakness of her will that is cracking and crumbling. Bricks of sand piled together with water for mortar.
She has been hanging from this edge for weeks, with no end in sight. She is worn. She is weak. She doesn’t want to think anymore. She doesn’t want to be strong. She can’t do this much longer.
She doesn’t want to.
Seconds tick by, her jaw locked against the traitorous plea threatening to spill from her lips.
She won’t.
She won’t.
His hand on her thigh slides up to her hip, pulling her back against him ever so slightly, but not enough. He nuzzles the place behind her ear, breathing deeply and humming in sleepy content.
She could do it, her mind whispers. All it would take is a little movement. Barely anything. Would it be so bad? To give in?
The ache between her thighs sharpens, and she whimpers. She needs to. She can’t.
Is it so wrong to want?
She can’t remember what is right anymore.
“Please,” she whispers against the fist pressed to her lips, a tear dripping over the bridge of her nose to the pillow below.
Sasuke hums, fingers brushing gently over her skin in a swish. Back and forth. Back and forth.
She swallows hard, every iota of her focus pinned on the movement.
“Please what?” He asks. She can feel the vibrations from his sonorous voice in her chest.
Another tear falls. “I-I… need…” Her throat closes. She can’t do it. She can’t.
Sasuke chuckles, low and deep. “Need, hm? Does my little doll need something from me?”
Sakura sniffs, burying her face further into the pillows to avoid answering. His thigh presses a half-inch higher, and her hips twitch. Traitor, her mind hisses.
She feels fingers thread through her hair a half second before they abruptly tighten and tug back.
“Sakura. Tell me what you need,” he says, taunting and dark. She shudders. Swallows again, the movement strained with her head at this angle.
Her hips twitch again, grinding against his thigh for a moment, but then he moves it away and she whimpers pathetically.
“When you decide to use your words like I asked, then you might get what you want.”
Sakura is a mess that night at their celebration—she doesn't even know what they keep celebrating for anymore. She wasn't even sure if she had ever known the reason in the first place. Sasuke hasn’t allowed her to move an inch, with him feeding her with his own hands, his leg pressed firmly against the apex of her thighs, and she battles with every last ounce of strength she possesses not to react. Not to feel. His fingers trail lazily from her exposed hip bone down to her knee and back again. Up and down. Up and down. It’s slow and calculated, enough to keep her on edge, but nothing near what her body is begging for.
Kabuto, also in his cursed form, comes forward, saying something to Sasuke. He shifts forward in feigned interest, and Sakura swallows a yelp as the damning, slick evidence between her thighs makes itself known from the movement. Her kimono is sticking to her wetness, the only barrier between her and his own yukata. Horror fills her at the thought of when she’ll eventually have to stand up. It will be more than obvious to anyone who looks.
It will be obvious to him.
Maybe if she leaves now, it won’t be so bad, she reasons with herself. She tries to think of an excuse, a plausible reason for him to let her retire early, anything, and comes up blank.
Kabuto finally leaves, and Sasuke leans back again, tugging her stiff form with a hand at her waist so she lays flush against his chest once more.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks, and Sakura swallows.
“Yes,” she answers in a monotone, doing her best to keep a blank, bored expression.
“I thought so, since you’re making a mess of my thigh.”
She jumps guiltily, but he only laughs, both hands falling to her waist, pulling down ever-so-slightly so that her soaking core is pressed more firmly against him.
“Poor little doll with her drippy little cunt and no one to help her. No one to fill her up and keep her satisfied,” he murmurs in her ear. An unwanted stab of desire sears through her at his words, her stomach flipping. A blush stains her cheeks, hot and embarrassed. A blazing testament to her shame.
Sasuke continues, as if blithely unaware of her inner turmoil. “Of course, if you need help, all you have to do is ask. I can be a generous Hokage,” he muses, one hand brushing down her arm, intertwining his fingers with hers. He slides their joined hands up her thigh, dipping in towards her heat, then abruptly moving away again, denying her.
Sakura is trembling now, the burning ache of need between her thighs turning sharp. Agonizing.
“What have you done to me?” She accuses in a harsh whisper, her voice warbling as tears brim at the corners of her eyes.
Sasuke laughs, low and dark. She can feel it everywhere, winding its way under her skin into her very bones, and she’s horrified when it only makes her wetter.
He didn't even bother to answer her.
He presses his leg up ever so slightly, and her breath hitches, hips arching haltingly in a desperate, half-aborted movement.
“That’s it,” he cajoles softly in her ear, his voice weaving through her mind, chipping away at her resolve. “Take what you need. Give into it.”
Sakura shakes her head, even as her hips roll again, the movement becoming fluid as his hands land at her hips, helping her. The pleasure is intoxicating. Decadent.
The ember that has been burning deep inside of her is smoldering into a flame, but not quickly enough. Not enough. It’s not enough—
She’s going to lose her mind if he doesn’t touch her.
“Please,” she whispers, low enough for only him to hear. The tears welling in her eyes threaten to spill over.
He nips the soft lobe of her ear. “Please... what?”
She’s going to the deepest hell there is. There is no redemption for her after this.
“Please touch me.”
A low growl rumbles from his chest, sending another gush of arousal leaking from her core.
“Where? Where do you need me to touch you?”
Shame heats her cheeks, and she half-turns, burying her face in the crook of his neck as if that will somehow absolve her from her weakness. She rolls her hips down against his thigh again.
“Here.”
“Here in front of my subjects?” he asks, amusement coloring his tone as he deliberately misunderstands her. She bites her lip, refusing to think too hard about why she doesn’t hate the idea. Sasuke laughs as she remains quiet. “Naughty, begging for me to touch her pretty little cunt in front of my subjects.” His hand slides down, fingers curling over her inner thigh and squeezing. “Do you want me to fill you up with my fingers so they can watch you fall apart?”
Fill her. Yes, she wants that, she thinks dazedly, nodding. Wants to feel good, wants him to touch her. Make her come. His fingers squeeze again, no doubt bruising the soft, creamy flesh of her thigh, and her core clenches, protesting its emptiness.
His fingers finally, finally slide further, nudging ever-so-slowly under the fabric of her kimono to brush a feather-light touch against her clit. She chokes back a whine, isn’t fast enough so some of it spills past her lips, and he laughs under his breath.
“So needy,” he taunts, fingers patting her clit sharply in reprimand, and her entire body jerks involuntarily in response. “Be a good girl and sit still. Let your king take care of you.”
She bites her lip, eyes moving fearfully over the crowd to see if anyone’s looking, if anyone can see what he’s doing to her. “Please,” she whines in a whisper. His finger slides down, drawing a circle through her wetness and a strangled moan tears from her throat.
“Shhh. Ah, look at you. Making such a mess for me. Filthy.”
“Sasuke—”
“Quiet.” He slaps her clit again, and her cunt convulses, on the edge of release just from that slight contact. “Be a good girl and take the pleasure I give you.”
Sakura’s thighs twitch again as he dips his finger into the pool of wetness seeping from her cunt, drawing it upwards to circle around her clit. Her breathing is ragged, fingers clutching the fabric of his yukata so hard her knuckles are white. He does it again, pressing just the tip of his finger into her slit and her knees fall wider apart.
“That’s it, open for me just like that,” he praises, kissing her cheek, his words rendering her almost delirious. He rewards her by slipping his finger a little further inside of her, but then he stills.
A moment passes, then another. Quiet tremors begin to roll through Sakura as she tries not to move, to buck her hips into his touch. He’s just staying there, the walls of her cunt clenching on his finger reflexively.
“Please,” she whispers again.
Sasuke laughs. “Is this not enough? You need me to fuck you with my fingers? Make you come?” He pulls his finger out until just the tip remains, before thrusting it back inside of her. Her entire body shakes, letting out a teary gasp before she can stop it.
He pauses, sliding his finger in out slowly and she can hear how wet she is, the sound utterly lewd.
“It’s impolite to be a distraction to our guests,” he chides, lazily circling her clit again. Sakura muffles her moan into his neck, eyes screwed shut as he tortures her. He adds a finger, pushing them into her easily with how slick she is, and she fails to keep from following the motion with her hips to take him deeper.
He orders her in a low voice to settle, and begins finger-fucking her at his leisure, pays little heed to the quiet whimpers spilling from her with every thrust. She shudders in pleasure, sinking her teeth into the exposed part of his shoulder above his collar bone, and he hisses in a breath between his teeth, his hard length twitching against her backside.
“Behave. Or I’ll take you over my knee,” he growls. Her face blazes when her cunt clenches in response, and he laughs. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Wanton little kunoichi. Spread your legs a bit—ah, that’s it.”
He’s able to plunge his fingers even deeper, curling them against a spot that has tears spilling over her cheeks. Her release is building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core as he relentlessly flickers the pads of his fingertips against it, his hand somehow remaining still on the outside as he drives his fingers into her over and over.
Her cunt begins to flutter, pulsing with the beginnings of her release, and he abruptly stills. Sakura sobs, bucking her hips into his fingers, driven mindless by her need, but he holds her tight with his other hand on her waist, cruelly denying her completion.
He stays there, holding her open as more people approach, and Sakura keeps her face buried in his neck, knowing it’s obvious to all of them what he’s doing. What she’s allowing him to do. Even she can smell the sweet musk of her sex coiling through the air now, leaving little doubt in anyone’s mind as to what their king is doing to her beneath the fabric of her dress.
Agonizing minutes pass, and every so often he would curl his fingers against her front walls, and she has to swallow her tears, swallow her cries. She won’t make a scene in front of them. She won’t. There’s an aching sweetness to being held open on his fingers, though, her slick slowly coating his skin as the conversations drag on and on. It’s not quite enough to put out the inferno, but she’s no longer bereft. Empty. She gleans some small solace from that.
Finally, Sasuke rubs the heel of his hand into her clit, sucking a love-bite onto the delicate skin of her throat. “There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it? You did so well for me, didn’t you?”
A shiver moves down her spine at the praise, and she nods, sniffing.
“Do you want to come now?” His fingers curl the barest amount, and Sakura’s thighs shake.
“Y-yes... my King.”
He slips his fingers out of her and she bites back a cry at the loss. He brings them to his mouth, brazenly sucking them clean of her wetness, and for some reason that more than anything he has done so far has her cheeks blazing with humiliation.
He rises, scooping her up easily in his arms, and leaves the throne room without a word. She can feel his burning gaze on her, the devastation in it, but she refuses to meet it. There’s no returning to the way she was before this, before him.
At this point she’s not sure what she would do without him.
He lays her down on the bed, tugging off her belt and kimono with little ceremony. She’s wracked with tremors, unable to calm them as she realizes what’s about to happen.
“Spread,” the King orders, and Sakura obeys, sliding her heels apart on the bed so every bit of her glistening cunt is exposed to him. He pulls off his yukata, muscles bunching and pulling enticingly as he moves to approach the bed. She realizes for the first time that the marks that stretch and cascade over his body match the ones on her left hand and forearm, feels a strange flare of possessiveness move through her. No one else bears his mark. Only her.
Sasuke tugs her to the edge of the bed, humming approvingly as he kneels, eyes raking over the evidence of her arousal.
“All this is for me?”
She nods shyly, biting her lip.
“What a mess,” he chides, shaking his head, but it’s tempered by a teasing smirk tugging up the corner of his lips. “Filthy. Shall I clean you up, now?”
Sakura blushes, locking eyes with him as he leans forward, and without breaking her gaze, he swipes the broad, flat of his tongue up her slit.
“Oh—” Her words dissolve into a moan as he does it again, humming in pleasure against her skin as he closes his lips over her clit, flickering his tongue over it until he has to pin her hips down to keep them on the bed. He alternates between languid licks and fucking his tongue into her cunt, sliding his thumbs down to hold her lower lips apart so he can delve in deeper.
Pleasure is a molten flame burning through her, consuming her, and Sakura is helpless in its grasp. Her fingers tunnel into his hair, tugging hard which knocks his crown even further askew. Sasuke chuckles, letting her pull his face harder against her, her hips canting up to grind her pussy into his mouth.
Suddenly, his yellow eyes turn red with the sharingan spinning, and all around Sakura, she could hear his voice, though he hasn't taken it off her cunt.
"That’s it," his voice said. "Fuck your tight little cunt on my tongue."
Sakura cries out, thighs trembling as she does what she’s told. The edge of her pleasure is growing closer, coiling tighter and tighter as she rides his face, her core just beginning to clench when he pulls away suddenly, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed above her.
“No!” she sobs, her release torn cruelly from her once again. “Please, please my k-king, please—”
“What is it?” he croons, laughing at her as her hips twist futilely. “Does my toy need something?”
“P-please let me come,” she sobs, her entire body shaking, cruelly empty and bereft as her release uncoils, dissipating into smoke and shadows. “Please, Sasuke, please.”
“Have you been good? Do you deserve to come?” he asks pleasantly, gathering her wrists in one hand so he can stroke down her cheek, wiping away the hot tears that have left damp tracks down them. His hand moves down to cup her breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples until she’s gasping.
“Yes! Yes, I’ve been good. So good for you. Please—” His mouth moves down to replace his fingers, drawing her nipples into the hot depths of his mouth to tease them with his tongue, pulling a moan from her.
“You beg so prettily for it. But you’ll come on my cock or not at all. Do you want that, Sakura? To come on my cock?”
Sakura sniffs, nodding, and he slaps her cheek lightly, not enough to sting but enough to jolt her to attention.
“Use your words. Ask me nicely.”
“P-please, my King. Please g-give me your cock. Want it so bad, want to come on it, please, please…” she babbles, half incoherent with need.
Sasuke hums, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, so at-odds with the situation at hand, but she basks in it nonetheless.
“You want me to fill you up with my cock? Keep this needy little cunt nice and full?”
Sakura nods dazedly, eyes glassy and core clenching at the thought. Full, held open for him. That would be nice, wouldn't it?
“Yes please,” she breathes.
“That’s my good girl, asking so nicely,” he praises, lifting her up to settle her back higher up on the bed. Warmth spreads through her at the praise. He crawls up afterwards, looking lithe and dangerous like the true predator he is. Sakura glances down to watch the heavy weight of his arousal bob between his legs, a brief flash of alarm coursing through her. It was one thing to feel it pressed against her backside, but another to actually see it.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit,” he says cheekily with a wink, spreading her thighs with his strong, bronze hands. He braces himself with one hand next to her, the other taking himself in his fist. He pumps it a few times before rubbing the broad, flushed head beading with precum over her slit, spreading her arousal over it. Her mouth waters at the sight of his bronze, veined hand curled over his cock, moving over it, pleasuring himself even as he teases her. She whimpers each time it bumps against her clit, overwrought from the releases she’d been denied over and over.
Finally he notches the head against her entrance, pressing inside torturously slow. Sakura keens at the slight burning pinch as her body struggles to accommodate him. Sasuke curses, then lets out a guttural groan.
“So fucking tight for me. Perfect,” he grunts, pulling back and then thrusting forward another few inches.
Sakura whimpers at the delicious stretch, tilting her hips up to take him in further, and he curses again, blunt nails digging into the delicate skin of her wrists, her hips where he holds her. He retreats, then pushes back in, again, again. Forging in further each time, threatening to split her open.
“Made for me, made for this body, this cock. He made a good choice. And you're taking it so well. Such a good little kunoichi, letting me fuck this pretty cunt,” he pants, words slurring into her skin.
Sakura moans as he finally bottoms out, so full it’s hard to breathe for a moment. It’s agony. It’s ecstasy. She needs a reprieve from the stretch. She never wants it to end.
“Mine,” he hisses, his hips beginning to rock, grinding his cock slow and deep inside of her. “Right? Whose little cunt is this?”
Sakura hiccups, the breath punching from her lungs every time he thrusts inside her, his cock hitting her back wall. The pleasure borders on pain, scrambling her thoughts.
“Y-your-s, Sasuke—”
“That’s right,” he grunts, releasing her wrists to press her thighs further apart. “My pussy. My Sakura. Going to spread her legs whenever I want, take my cum until she’s bred full like a good girl. Would you like that?” He nips at her lips, thrusts increasing in pace, and the pain unspools in her gut until it’s just fiery pleasure raking along her nerve endings with every movement.
“Yes, yes—gi-give me—please, please, please—”
He pulls out suddenly, ignoring her cry of protest as he flips her over, tugging her back until she’s on her knees, face pressed to the silky black sheets. He re-enters her in one smooth thrust, and Sakura wails in pleasure as he begins pounding into her, hitting an angle that sends shards of ecstasy stabbing through her, whiting out her vision. The fingers of one hand grip her hip tightly while the other slides up her spine, pressing between her shoulder blades to hold her down, keeping her in place.
His name streams in a steady chant from her lips, nails scrabbling at the sheets as he fucks her ruthlessly. Pleasure coils hot and deep in her core, sending her careening towards a release she’s not sure her body can take.
“Do you want to come?” he croons, fingers sliding down towards her clit but not touching it.
She nods, or tries to. It’s hard with the side of her face pressed against the bed.
A sharp stinging slap lands on her bottom, and she yelps, cunt clenching around his thick cock.
“You will use your words when you answer me,” he says, voice dark. His hips slow ever so slightly, and she’s instantly begging.
“Yes, my K-King I want to come. Please let me come, please let me come, please—”
His hips pick up their pace again, fingers sliding to the apex of her thighs to rub tight, fast circles on her clit. A scream builds up in Sakura’s throat as he works her towards her completion.
“Come on my cock, then, Sakura,” he growls, rubbing her clit harder, and Sakura’s back arches, pulled tight as a bowstring as her climax barrels her, and she shatters.
Ragged, broken screams tear from her throat as he fucks her mercilessly through her release, drawing the high out until it’s almost painful. Her legs are shaking, a flood of wetness leaking down her thighs, but he doesn’t relent.
She’s sobbing, begging for reprieve but her pleas fall on deaf ears. His fingers continue their tight circles on her clit, forcing another orgasm to build too hot, too quickly before the other is even allowed to come down.
Please, please, please, please— she babbles, but he only laughs, fucking her harder.
“What’s the matter? You wanted to come on my cock. You’ve been begging for it all day, haven’t you?” She wails, the sheets beneath her growing damp with her tears. “Do it again,” he orders.
Sakura spreads her legs further, a slave to his will, and lets the second precipice crash through her, wiping her mind of anything but him. Her voice cracks as she sobs his name, hips rocking back on him as he keeps thrusting.
“Mercy,” she gasps, one of her hands flying back to grab his wrist.
“Mercy? What do you propose in exchange?” he laughs, lightening his touch on her clit just enough to let her breathe.
“Anything,” she blurts foolishly, hips writhing away from his touch as impossibly, a third orgasm begins to pool and build deep in her gut. “Anything, please.”
“Hmm… anything?” He turns her back over, hitching one of her legs over his shoulder, straddling the other while he guides himself back into her. He leans forward, nipping her lower lip between his teeth, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until their lips crash together.
Sasuke moans into her mouth, grinding his cock slowly into her as he kisses her, hot and devouring. He reaches out, taking something from a dish on the side table and holds it up to her lips.
“Eat,” he cajoles, and she doesn’t think, just opens and accepts, the afterglow of her pleasure making her pliant and sweet. Bright and sharp tang explodes across her taste buds, and she rolls the pulpy seeds across her tongue indulgently before crushing them between her teeth.
Sasuke grins in triumph.
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing her again when she tilts her chin up for it. He fucks her slowly now. Languid, content. Unhurried. “Mine forever, my little pet with the sweetest little cunt. Belongs to me,” he whispers drunkenly against her lips.
Yes, yes, yours, she thinks blissfully. Always this. Always him here, with her.
“Gonna fill you up with my cum until no one else can have you. My Sakura. Mine,” he growls, thrusts growing deeper, claiming every part of her until there is nothing left in the space between her ribs but his name, etched into her very bones.
How sweet, she thinks, tugging his mouth back to hers. How sweet to be wanted like this. To be needed.
“Do you want my cum now, Sakura? Want me to fill you up? Keep you bred full?”
Her eyes glaze at his filthy words, but she’s nodding, the words spilling from her lips before she can think much about them.
“Yes, yes, I want that, yes—"
His thrusts speed up, getting harder and harder as he chases his pleasure, his fingers back on her clit, spurring her own release to build. She whines, twisting away because it’s too much, too soon—
“Take it,” he growls, and Sakura’s cries grow louder as she can only obey, can only take the agonizing pleasure he gives her until her back arches off the bed and she’s screaming, clenching down on him hard and he thrusts hard once, twice, snarling his release. Shadows pool through the room, sliding up the walls like inky smoke, coalescing behind him into the impression of two shadowy, great wings tipped in claws, and Sakura comes again, nails drawing bright beads of blood on his arms.
Now, she knows, there is truly no escaping the King of the Cursed.
--
She swims up from the depths of unconsciousness, but does not quite break the surface. Her bones ache, even those in her cheeks, her jaw, behind her eyes. She whimpers, feels the cool brush of lips over her brow, then slips down back into the heavy dark.
--
She is feverish when she awakes, her skin prickling and tight. She feels too big for it, wants to claw it off. Is too sensitive for the rasp of silk. Can’t get comfortable.
A soothing wash of darkness consumes the dull glow of lights in the room, and a claw-tipped hand brushes softly down her back, lulling her back to sleep.
She does not fight it.
--
Wracked with shivers now. Can’t get warm. Teeth rattle, little sparks of pain jolt through her temples like they’re too sensitive. Huddles near the broad, naked body near her for warmth, whining pitifully.
“I know,” he says, stroking her hair so gently. “I know.”
Wonders, what does he know? before slipping back under.
“Soon,” he murmurs.
Soon.
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Sakura awakens, breath shuddering in her chest. Brightness cascade from the soft, glowing lights in their room.
Her eyes wander over the room, amazed at all the details she now notices. It feels like a murky veil has been torn from her eyes, and she can finally see properly.
Orange eyes meet yellow, and she feels her lips tug up into a smile in surprise.
“Sakura.”
She is bathed and dressed, marveling at the silky feel of water over her now darker skin with marks writhing all over it, and at the grace and inherent ease of her movements. Her hair, now an even paler pink, is longer now—longer than it has ever been and reaching her hips. She feels so well rested. Tonight, he has dressed her in a dark red kimono, with the Uchiha crest on its back, matching his navy blue yukata, and she wonders what game he’s playing at now.
They stroll into the throne room, and a hush falls over the crowd. Something is different, she can tell there is a tension in the room that is not usually there, but she’s too distracted by the dizzying array of the Cursed present to think too hard about it.
Sasuke takes her hand to lead her right up to the throne, and she has only a moment to blink at him in confusion as he gracefully turns her around to sit, the movement as smooth as a dance. She follows without question.
Murmurs ripple through the crowd, and she tries not to react, even as the cold stone bites into her bare thighs. Tries not to look confused or frightened by Sasuke’s new game.
The crowd outright gasps as Sasuke perches himself onto the arm of the throne, as casual as if this was the arrangement, they took every day. She bites the inside of her cheek so hard she tastes iron.
He casts a smirk towards her, then turns lazily to his subjects.
“Bow.”
She watches in poorly concealed shock as one by one, every Cursed drop to their knees.
Hail, Sakura Queen of the Cursed.
END
AN:
-so this is very dark. sasuke is definitely not himself anymore, but he still has attachment to sakura. stripped of all humanity, and morality, it's just desire that's left.
-in the end, sakura isn't herself anymore either, coz she was turned into the cursed too
-i imagine the "potion" they put in the food will make one be cursed, will keep them in that cursed form if frequently eaten (that's why they always have "celebrations") and will keep the cursed loyal to sasuke. idk how kabuto could have done that, but this is just a fic so yeah lol
this was mainly rooted from this idea (hc i posted back in january):
Sasuke can feel his own relief as he sees his condominium building. It had been a long and difficult day and he couldn't wait to get to his room and lie down.
It had been a particularly bad day at work. Sasuke is mentally exhausted. But even though he wanted to complain, he felt like that would be him acting like a spoiled brat, like what his co-workers would always claim.
He chose this path, after all. He had turn his back on being the heir to his family's business—which would have assured him top position, and chose to go instead to a small company and start at the bottom. All the while, leaving his family's house and renting a condominium unit with his college friend.
It probably would be seen as a stupid decision to outsiders, but Sasuke knew that had he taken what his family offered him, the rest of his life would have been dictated by their family elders as well. And if all of his hardship now would mean he has his freedom, then it would have all been worth it. Besides, his mother and brother are still secretly supporting him. They'd help him without question the moment he needed any help. He was still very much priveleged than others in the workforce.
Sasuke let out a sigh as he reached the elevator. Just a bit more, and he can lie down on his bed. It was also fortunate since he knew he'd have the unit all to himself for a couple of days. His roommate would be out on a business trip.
He started unwinding his necktie as he reached the door to his unit. As he enters, he absentmindedly placed his work bag on the sofa, and then he stopped.
He can hear a soft sound... was that the bathroom?
He was pretty sure today was the day his roommate was leaving for that business trip. Did he get the date wrong?
"Gaara?" He calls out as he moved closer to the bathroom.
The door suddenly opens, but it wasn't Gaara who came out. It was his fraternal twin sister, Sakura.
He was about to say something, but stopped when he realized what he really was seeing in front of him.
Sakura seems to have just finished showering and is currently standing before him, hair still damp, and only in an oversized white shirt—Gaara's, that wasn't long enough to cover her thighs, with it being also a little damp so it was slightly see through. He can see her wearing black bra underneath, that seems to be paired with her underwear that we had had a glimpse of when she moved.
Sasuke immediately felt tense and wary.
For some reason, he feels like this is dangerous.
"Sasuke??" Sakura calls and Sasuke mentally slapped himself, then focused on his roommate's sister.
"Yeah?" He tries to play it cool.
"Are you okay?" She asks innocently, still in her very revealing shirt.
"Yeah." He says hastily.
Sakura giggled, and Sasuke gulped.
"Anyway, as I was saying," Sakura says, obviously continuing whatever she had been saying which of course Sasuke missed. "Our apartment got flooded because for some reason the plumbing was faulty. But unfortunately, it was too late to call the plumber, so in the meantime we can't stay there. Ino went and crashed at her boyfriend's, but since I don't have one, I asked Gaara if I could stay here. He told me to get myself a hotel room, but, well, why should I waste money when my brother has a condo, anyway, right? I hope you don't mind me staying—at minimum, until tomorrow?" She asks him with a friendly beam.
And Sasuke not really being able to think straight, but also getting a bit more embarrassed as the seconds tick, simply agreed.
"Yey! Thanks, Sasuke!" She says.
They were quiet for a moment, just staring at each other. Truthfully, Sasuke still can't think straight. But then Sakura laughs and asks,
"So are we just going to stand here?"
He internally groaned. He should stop standing around and staring like a pervert. "Sorry," He says sincerely. "Just... I'm a little tired. Had a really bad day at work." He excused himself. It was the truth, though not really the reason he was spacing out.
"Ummm, I—yeah, so I guess you can make yourself feel at home? There's food in the fridge." He added after another brief pause.
"Have you had dinner?" Sakura asks him.
"Not yet." Sasuke just says.
"Alright, let me whip something up for us then." She says cheerfully and finally, she walked off.
Sasuke took the chance to also quickly went to his room and try to arrange himself before he did something stupid.
After calming himself in his room, he duck back to the common bathroom. He decided to take a quick shower to help clear his head. If he was to spend the night with Sakura, he'd really need to focus.
After all, he had always had a teeny tiny crush on her.
Well, okay it wasn't as tiny as he'd like it to be.
Sasuke had been classmates with Gaara in business commerce in college, but they weren't exactly close. But since they were both friends with Naruto, they naturally started hanging out with each other often. And a lot of times, Gaara's sister and her friends, would also join them. They never really talked much during those days, but he had always found her beautiful. It wasn't just him, either. Sakura and her friends were considered the campus' heartthrobs, and as an individual, Sakura also was quite popular being a top student in the science department.
He had never made a move on her though, seeing as she was his friend's sister. And he had thought that after they graduated, his feelings to the pink haired woman would naturally fade. But then he left home, and since Naruto decided to live with his girlfriend, he ended up being roommates with Gaara instead.
Gaara at the time had planned on having a condo shared with her sister, but he was apparently rejected since Sakura already had plans with her friend, who had an apartment close to the hospital they were both training at now. So, since Gaara was looking for someone to share rent with, and Sasuke was looking for a place to live in, they became roommates.
Which was a fortunate thing for Sasuke, all things considered. Gaara was definitely much more organized and responsible than Naruto, and not to mention respects private space, so it was very easy to be roommates with him. The only drawback with this was that, he would still occasional see Sakura. Being twins, they were quite close, so Sakura, though busy with her work, would often visit them, and sometimes even sleep overnight. So his hope that his little crush would fade, vanished. In fact, it probably had gotten worse now that he had gotten to know Sakura more. They never really talked much in school, and even when they do, it was as part of their respective groups. Now, not only do they hang out with only Gaara in the middle of them, he had also seen her in her most vulnerable.
Because, as gorgeous as Sakura is, she doesn't seem to be conscious of her body. At least around him. He had thought that she must be just too used to being around her twin brother, that she was very comfortable of walking around their condo in her sleepwear—because she had done it a lot of times (and Sasuke had done his best not to look—well, as much as he can avoid it). But even now that Gaara wasn't here, she was... why was she wearing that? Sasuke groaned as he saw the scene in his mind once more.
He knew they had gotten closer than they had when they were in college, and that she's used to being comfortable around Gaara. And he can understand that she trusts him, he thinks he can call them friends now, at least. But he was still a man. And she's still a very beautiful and sexy woman. And it was just the two of them tonight. He wished she'd be more self aware.
She had just gotten out of the shower of course, but even then. She didn't even try to cover herself with a towel. He wondered if she even noticed that he had stared at her.
He sighs and he wonders if he might have taken too much time to refresh himself when he began to smell the delicious food his temporary roommate was making in the kitchen. He decided it would be weird if he didn't go out and face her, and even a bit rude if he didn't help her out. She was still a guest.
But when he arrived at the kitchen, he was surprised to see that Sakura made no effort to hide her long legs and remained standing in the same attire he saw her before.
At the sound of his footsteps, she turned her head around.
There was a moment of pause, and then with a playful tone, Sakura said, "It's rude to stare"
"I'm sorry" Sasuke said shyly, quickly looking away.
"You don't have to stand there, you know. Come here, Sasuke, help me out." She said in a low, raspy voice.
Sasuke had no idea what her intentions were, but at the sound of his name, he felt his feet move automatically to stand behind her.
His heart was pounding and he could feel blood gathering down to his manhood. He tried to suppress these reactions by distracting himself with the various kitchen appliances in the room. The room felt like it was getting hot and seemingly smaller. There was definitely tension in the air.
Sasuke stayed standing there for a few more moments, not really knowing what to do. But then, he suddenly felt Sakura reach behind her to grab his right hand and placed it inside her black underwear.
"Come on, Sasuke, help me," She breathed out shakily.
Sasuke's mind went blank, his eyes popping wide open. He had no idea how they suddenly got here.
He was touching Sakura in an intimate area. The Haruno Sakura. Campus Darling, and his friend's sister.
He wondered if he was dreaming and was tempted to pinch himself.
This had to be a dream. A very realistic one, but if it was, he did not want to wake up from it.
"Go on," She baited him, as she moved his hand lower down to cup her opening, all the while, continuing to cook with her left hand. Her nonchalant attitude turned him on even more.
She was wet, and soft, and warm, and his brain was malfunctioning. Though he had his experiences with women, he had never really liked anyone the way he had harbored feelings for Sakura.
Deciding that this would probably be the only chance to please her, he began to gather the wetness and rub her back and forth until he heard her elicit a moan.
The sound that he admittedly have tried imagined a few times before, made him feel the urge to come right there and then.
He continued massaging her clit and she threw her head back to rest of his chest, and dropped the ladle she was holding.
His other hand began to travel up the length of her body to find her plump breasts that he remembered being the subject of some of the boys around their university. It was something that had caused the start of a lot of fight, because of course, Gaara would not let something like that pass.
He unclasped the bra in the front, which left her breasts exposed, and used his fingers to tweak her hardened nipple as she gave out another sigh.
"More," she cried.
At her command, he found her opening and slipped in a finger into her warm folds, marveling at the tightness he felt around his finger, hoping that she would allow him to enter her with a different body part. He pumped in and out slowly and then, slipped in another finger, as Rose spread her legs open wider. This movement gave him even more access, as his fingers went deeper and deeper.
"Faster, Sasuke, faster," her breathing was becoming irregular.
He curled his fingers and at the same time used his thumb to massage her clit. He pumped in and out continuously without mercy.
"Yes, YES!" She screamed
"Come for me, Sakura. Let me feel you come around my fingers," Sasuke whispered in her ears, holding her tightly in front of him.
As he vibrated his fingers inside her, she trembled and gave a high-pitched cry of ecstasy. She rolled her eyes back and Sasuke could feel her muscles clenching around him.
It felt very surreal to Sasuke, seeing Sakura come undone in front of him--because of him.
He removed his hand from her underwear, and for a moment, just stared at his fingers laced with her juices. And then, as if in a trance, he turned to looked at Sakura who seems to have also just turned to look at her.
She has a blush on her face, her eyes dazed, her lips a little upturned into a small smile.
She looked both sated and thirsty..
"Sasuke--" She was about to say in a very sultry voice, but his name alone uttered by her was enough to snapped Sasuke from his trance.
Everything he did next was instinctual. He quickly cupped Sakura's chin and pulled it towards his, kissing her frantically. Sakura seem caught off guard, but responded almost at once, kissing him just as frantically.
Everything else forgotten, Sasuke turned Sakura's body to him so he can kiss her more comfortably, and then she guided her around the kitchen blindly, and bumping into some things Sasuke didn't really care for at the moment, until he felt the kitchen counter. He started kissing her down her chin, her neck, her collarbone, squeezing her breast as he went down until he dropped to his knees. Then, and pushed her underwear to the side to expose her swollen clit.
He felt her hand grabbing his hair and she pushed him towards her. He laid his tongue flat onto her folds and began tasting her, all the while sucking and using his tongue to probe her.
She was moaning again and as if her legs were giving away, she leaned behind her and placed on leg over his shoulder.
He continued his feast and decided to add to the excitement by putting two fingers back inside of her. She clearly approved as she began to use her own hand to massage her breast.
"AH. Oh fuck, OHHHH, yes, yes!" Sakura cried.
"Tell me, darling, how else do you want me to help you?" Sasuke asked in a raspy voice.
"I want you to fuck me. Yes, please. I want you to fuck me," Sakura pleaded, seemingly lost in lust.
Instead of replying, Sasuke continued to lick and suck her, all the while using his right hand to pump in and out of her, and his left hand massaging her clit. He wanted her to remember how good this feels. He wants her coming back for him. He could do this everyday.
She once again, clenched around him and she could almost see stars at her second orgasm for the night. He continued to move his fingers to prolong her orgasm as she grabbed his hair, and closed her eyes.
"That was..." Sakura started, but trailed off, seemingly not knowing what to say.
But she was smiling, so Sasuke knew he hadn't done anything she didn't want.
From the look on her face, it seems he had done something she really liked.
"Bed?" Sasuke asked, almost pleading.
He was so turned on, he was barely restricting himself, but he was still confused how they got here. So he wasn't sure what to do next, although he knew what he wanted.
He wanted it so much.
"Bed." Sakura thankfully replied and without further ado, he started attacking her lips again. He picked her up, with Sakura automatically wrapping her arms around her neck, and clumsily, they made their way to Sasuke's room.
The moment they stepped into the room and shut the door, Sakura was all over him. She tried to rip off his shirt and pull down his pants and as much as he would like to fuck her right at that moment, he wanted her to wait. He wanted this night to last.
He pushed her hand away and grabbed her hair so she was looking up at him.
"How do you like it, Sakura? Do you want me to be gentle, or do you want it rough?" He was barely thinking about what he was saying.
Sakura only hummed in response, and he pushed her down onto the bed. He ripped her underwear off of her and then her shirt and bra, leaving her completely exposed in front of him, while he stood fully clothed at the end of the bed.
He stared at Sakura, who seemed to be content to let him, just sitting still and waiting.
She really is beautiful. From her face, to her body, the blush on her face, the daze look, her plump breasts, her long and creamy legs, and the moist between her legs—everything turns him on.
He started removing his clothes, now letting Sakura watch him this time.
And she looks at him with raw desire in her eyes. It was getting even more hot, especially with their eyes locked in each other for a few seconds now.
Sasuke cautiously climbed the bed, with their eyes still not breaking contact. He moved closer and lay her back on the bed, his bare skin against hers... abd all thoughts left his head.
He kissed her once more, and completely lost himself in her warmth, her touch. He groaned as he felt her wrap her hand around him.
He pulled her hand away. "Baby, I won't last like that."
He kissed her and moved his hand down between her legs to her damp curls. She was wet and aching for him and when he parted her lips and rubbed a finger over her clit, her hips bucked up. Sasuke groaned once more.
He moved his hand to spread her legs and she cried when he slipped a finger inside of her. Her muscles squeezed around him, begging to be filled.
Sasuke went back to kissing her. She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and slipped his finger inside of her again and again. He could feel her panting, feel that she was getting close.
He pulled his finger out of her and moved to hover over her, positioning himself at her entrance. Sakura groaned as Sasuke's tip pressed against her clit.
"Sasuke, please." She pleaded. And not wanting to make her wait anymore, Sasuke pushed his member in and they both moaned in chorus.
She felt so so so good. Sasuke had never felt like this before.
He told her so.
But Sakura kept quiet, only clutching his upper arms tightly as she adjusted to the feel of him inside of her. She squeezed around him invloluntarily and he paused and gritted his teeth, obviouly painfully restraining himself.
After a few seconds, Sasuke felt Sakura nod, and then whispered, "Move."
Sasuke obliged, moving slowly, pulling out only a fraction before thrusting back in.
Sakura was panting and moaning. And Sasuke was watching him eagerly, getting more and more turned on. He leaned down and kissed her once more, still careful to keep his weight off her.
She moaned as his lips traveled down her neck then changed direction suddenly and bit down on her earlobe. Sakura cried out and writhed beneath him. Sasuke took advantage of that by pushing even more faster and harder at the same time that he sucked on her earlobe, until Sakura's moaning became louder and louder.
It felt so so good. Sakura spread her legs wide and brought them up higher, giving Sasuke leverage to thrust deeper. This drove him crazy and he moved up on his knees, finding an angle that made him hit a spot deep inside her that made her scream.
He stopped, afraid that he had hurt her. She whimpered and moved her hips, wordlessly begging him to keep going. Sasuke pulled out and pushed deep inside her, making Sakura let out a deep moan.
"More?" He panted.
She nodded frantically.
"So good," Sakura grunted out, "don't stop"
Sasuke gripped her hips tightly as he pumped into her, faster and faster until the pressure was building up. He was close, he was so close. But he needed to bring Sakura with him.
He flipped her around so that she was lying on her stomach. He grabbed her tight ass and positioned it upwards so he could gain access to her pussy. He once again entered her, with the sound of his body slamming against hers.
The angle felt different from behind and Sakura could feel the pressure building inside of her as Sasuke continued to thrust inside of her over and over again.
Sasuke's hand moved around Sakura's middle, and then down to where they were connected. When his fingers found it, he pressed two fingers to her clit and rubbed it as he gave one last deep thrust.
Sakura's scream accompanied Sasuke calling her name over and over as her muscles squeezed and contracted around him.
"Fuck," Sasuke exclaimed as he emptied himself.
Catching his breath, he slowly pulled himself out and lie on the side, admiring the woman before him.
He felt very much sated, and now a little drowsy.
He could see his white cum leaking out of her, as she used her finger to wipe the load around her pussy. It was the most arousing thing he's ever seen. He was beyond tired, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride after making Sakura his, even if it's just for the night.
Sasuke wondered what it would be like if he can really have this. Now that he felt light, it felt like everything else had been a dream. It definitely was just a dream a few years back, especially with her overprotective brother being his friend... But before he could think any further, sleep overtook his system.
He was having a beautiful dream, one which featured himself and the vixen he had just ravished last night. Her long pink hair flowed past her breasts as she straddled him on the benches of his university dorm. He was still in his uniform and she was completely naked. She lowered himself on his member with a groan, and he felt her warmth enclose him.
At that moment, the sensation felt all too real and his brain was jolted awake. He opened his eyes and saw a lump inside of his blankets. He could feel Sakura, the woman of his dreams, with her mouth around him quite literally.
The blanket began to move and he felt his dick once again inside of her mouth as she swallowed him in bit by bit.
He groaned embarrassingly loud.
"Good morning," he heard her say.
"Good morning indeed," he mumbled, his body on fire.
She continued to suck him as her hands fondled his sack. He gripped his bedsheets tightly as he bucked his hips ever so slightly towards her.
He felt her body slide up his body until her head appeared from the blankets. She grinned at him, as if they had not been engaging in sexual activity just moments earlier.
He could only stare at her in awe, he had no idea how he got so lucky. If only he could wake up to her every morning.
"You're perfect," he didn't mean to say that out loud, but he had to let her know.
Sakura creased her brows and frowned.
"You don't have to say that, you know. Just because I blew you, doesn't mean you have to feel obligated to say it"
"What? I'm not just saying that because you've given me the best night of my life. You have no idea. I've been completely in love with you since second year and I mean it when I say you're perfect. As cheesy as it sounds, you're perfect for me even though I'm probably not gonna live long." the words spilled out of his mouth and he reached out to stroke her cheeks with one hand, and another around her waist.
"I-," Sakura began. "What?"
Sakura hadn't known what to say about him thinking she's perfect, but even more so, she was confused about his last sentence.
Sasuke gave her a sheepish smile.
"Your brother." He said. "He'll kill me."
"Is that why??" She asks. "Tenten's birthday. Do you remember that?"
Sasuke felt guilty at once. He thought she didn't remember that.
They had drink a few bottles too much, and ended up kissing. Luckily, their other friends was even more further than them in their intoxication that no one seemed to had noticed. Sasuke genuinely thought Sakura had forgotten it, so he never brought it up.
"I thought you didn't remember." He told her.
"I was hoping you'd come talk to me," Sakura replied, "But since you didn't bring it up, I assumed you were too drunk to remember."
"Gaara aside, truthfully, I was scared--no, I assumed that you didn't want me the way I wanted you." Sasuke confessed. "
Her eyes watered from hearing his heartfelt confession.
"Aren't we two idiots?" She said with a laugh. "And that was three years ago! It's a good thing I decided that I wasted enough time not doing anything it."
"What're you talking about?"
"Our apartment isn't flooding at all. Gaara told me he'd be away for a business trip. So I told him I'd spend the night here. And he told me to finally settle things."
"You did all that to get in my bed?" Sasuke said, quite caught off guard. "And your brother was okay with that?"
"He was actually relieved." Sakura said, now blushing a little. "He said he was getting tired having to be the cushion between us. He knew I've had a crush on since forever."
Sasuke started laughing, just out of sheer happiness, and because they both had really been ridiculous. Especially not making a move because he was worried about Gaara.
He leaned upwards to give her a kiss. As their lips met, the kiss became more desperate. Sasuke could feel himself harden.
As much as he would like to go another round, he knew he had more pressing matters to discuss.
"So, where does this leave us?" He asked, slightly breathless from the kiss.
"What do you want?" She replied hesitantly
"You know how I feel, Sakura, I want you. I want us."
She responded by kissing him again. Sasuke smiled through the kiss.
When Sakura pulled away, however, she had more to say.
"Gaara had a condition though."
"Condition?"
"That we never tell him any details about anything we do when it's just the two of us." Sakura said with a giggle.
"That would be hard." Sasuke said with a chuckle. "As you'd be staying here more frequently now, won't you?"
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“A little bit lower, please, love.” Sakura pants as she lies underneath Sasuke’s naked body, her being completely naked as well.
“Like this, love?” Sasuke grunts as he moves his pelvis lower against Sakura's just like she said.
“Aah, yes! Can you go faster, love?”
With a strained voice he answers, “Uh-huh.”
And faster, he goes.
He pumps and he pounds on her just like a man should to his woman.
He doesn't care how sweaty he is at the moment or how they've been at it for the past forty-five minutes, he just wants to satisfy all of his girlfriend's needs.
Yes, girlfriend.
After the night of their confession, they talked and decided that this is what they both wanted, despite all of the reasons they said in the first place to not be with each other.
Because it's different now. Everything has changed.
They're in love.
Sasuke is truly and genuinely in love, for probably the first time.
”Ah, Sasuke! I'm coming!”
“Yes, darling, come for me, darling. Come for me.” He chants as his cock continues to slip in and out of her wet pussy.
In a matter of seconds, Sasuke feels Sakura's hand grip on his shoulders tight, he can feel her long nails digging into his skin.
It makes him wince a little, but, dear lord, he loves it.
He knows she's losing control, and just knowing that, makes his dick twitch of excitement inside of her.
He looks at her as she's writhing underneath him, her brows knit together with her eyes tightly closed. He can feel her hot breath escaping her mouth, and her heel against his ass pushing him deeper inside her. She's almost close to her peak.
‘Fuck, she's so hot. She's so hot and sweaty and wet and uhhh...’
He can't think about that yet.
He focuses on anything other than the sensation of her walls tightening around his cock's sensitive skin. He just needs to last a bit longer.
Just a little longer. He grunts.
“Love, almost... uhhh... aaahhh, love!' He hears Sakura moan, and it doesn't help him.
He can't hold it in anymore.
“Love, I'm coming too..." Sasuke lets out a strained whisper against her ear.
He fucks her fast and hard just as he needs it.
“Uuhh! Sasuke! Mmmh, uuuhhh...” She pants and she tightens her grip one final time before she lets go as she cums hard under him, and that's all he needs for himself to let go as well.
He lets out a breath before he kisses her on her nose, and he rolls off her, lying panting beside her.
He hears her sigh a contented sigh, and as he looks at her, he sees her lips form a small smile.
And it just makes him smile too.
“What are you smiling about, huh, missy?” He playfully asks her.
She looks at him. ”Huh? Me? You’re the one grinning here.”
He knows he's smiling, he just didn't realize he was smiling so wide.
‘It's that smile of his.’ Sakura thinks.
That smile of his that now only comes out when he's with her.
“What? Stop turning it on me.” He says. “Just answer the question. Say that it's because of my lovemaking prowess.”
He wiggles his brows at her and it earns him a pillow on his face as Sakura laughs at his antics.
“Hey!” Sasuke protests.
“Is that what you call it now? Lovemaking?” Sakura mocks as she still laughs at him. This was a term Sasuke probably had never used before. “Who would have known Sasuke, the reputable womanizer, would be saying that instead of fucking?"
“Hey! I'm not a womanizer!” He protests again. “Besides, it really is lovemaking, because I am hopelessly in love you, my darling.”
He says the last words as he gives Sakura a smooch on her cheeks, hiding the blush she now sports.
He never fails to make her feel loved since they've been together. With what they have right now, running away from him before doesn't make sense anymore. Everything is just so better with him.
He eases her.
He is her calm from all the chaos.
She's just grateful that he is hers now.
His smooches from her cheeks moved to her neck and it tickles her a bit before he pulls away.
He's still smiling at her and that's all she could ask for.
“I love you, too.” She tells him as she caresses his face.
As much as she would like to stay this way longer, she has to leave.
‘Ugh. Damn maid-of-honor duties.’
“Okay, I gotta go.” She states as she starts to get up and put some clothes on.
“No, love. C'mon, stay a bit longer.” Sasuke whines.
“But, love, you know I have to get Ino's wedding dress... and I'm already late.”
“Ugh. Right.” Sasuke rolls his eyes. He knows he couldn't do anything.
“Don't worry. I'll be back soon.” She says with a smile as she goes to the bathroom to freshen up, while Sasuke sits up on the bed.
“Uh, love?” He calls out to Sakura.
“Yeah?”
“I wanna talk to you about something.”
“Uh-oh. Sounds serious.” She peaks quickly from the bathroom door.
He chuckles as he starts to get up and follow her.
“About the wedding...” He starts.
“What about it?”
“Yeah, uhm, I was thinking if... maybe you wanna go together? It is the first time we'd be going to event as a couple.” He finishes with an unsure smile.
“Oh.”
‘Right.’
Of all the things they talked about, they actually never got to discuss going public.
They've been together for almost a month and still, none of their friends know about them. That's the reason why somehow Sasuke feels a little nervous to ask. He doesn't know if Sakura would like it, and her curt reaction doesn't tell much.
Truth is he's kinda nervous because he's so in love with her, he doesn't wanna mess this up. He just wants to prove her that he could be a proper boyfriend, and everything she thought about him was wrong — like he couldn't take a relationship seriously and shit like that. He just wants to show her that being with him is not a mistake.
But it is just so hard if they keep on hiding their relationship.
“I-I mean, for practicality... you know... we could share a-a cab, or you know... something...” He quickly adds other reasons when she hasn't said anything else.
“But, if you have other plans, that's-that's okay too...it's no problem! Just-just forget what I said, okay?”
He was about to leave, but she stopped him.
“Hey, love, wait. Wait.” She makes him face her again. “You know I love you, right?”
“Sakura, stop.”
Sakura suddenly frowns at the mention of her name. He never calls her that anymore. She actually likes it when he calls her 'love’ or ‘darling.’
Did she just upset him?
“I know there's a 'but' coming. It's fine. I-I was being stupid, you know... I just thought it would be fun going together. That's all. I'm fine acting like I don't know you in front of many people while you're just there. That's fine. We could just —"
“Would you let me finish?” She finally cuts him. “You know you're rambling, right?"
He doesn't say anything else. He wasn't one to ramble.
“As I was saying, I love you. And yes, I would love to go with you.”
His face instantly beamed.
“But...” Sakura continues and Sasuke frowns again.
“I knew it. Sakura, just —"
“Let me finish!”
He shuts up again.
“But, it's my best friend's day. I want it to be just all about her. And let's be honest, if we come together, it would be a real shock to everyone. Ino would want to ask questions about our relationship — if we're serious, why I didn't tell her; Tenten would want to know all the details — when, where, how—"
He cuts her off with a kiss.
“You know you're rambling, right?” He chuckles before turning serious again. “I get it. I'm sorry.”
“I know, love. I'm sorry, too.” She says as she gives him a tight hug.
“How 'bout this,” Sakura starts again, “After the wedding, we tell them?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
---
As decided, Sasuke and Sakura came to the wedding separately despite Sasuke’s first idea that they come together.
That would have been fun. But at least he's doing fine laughing and playing around with the boys at Naruto's hotel room as they all get ready for the wedding.
They're checked in at the hotel where the wedding will be and the bride's room is just on the floor above theirs where all the bridesmaids are getting ready, including Sakura.
So far, they still haven't seen each other, which is okay for Sasuke because he still doesn't know how he'll react or not react when he sees her.
This will be the first time they'll interact with each other with other people around.
Like what will he do? He doesn't even remember how he acts towards her when they were just... acquaintances.
Does he look at her? Should he? Can he talk to her? Do they even talk to each other before?
He just feels stupid.
But being himself, he decided he shouldn't worry about it. It hasn't happened yet anyway.
He'll worry about it by then.
Just as he finishes his thoughts, and joins the banters of the groomsmen, there was a knock on the door before it fully opens and reveals a beautiful woman in a long magenta dress that complements her pastel hair that shows off her thin waist and shapely hips.
'Hi!' Sakura gives a simple greeting to the room.
She already has her make-up done, but her hair is still what it was before.
But damn, her and that dress is just...
“Wow!” Kiba, one of the groomsmen, voices out exactly what Sasuke was thinking as Kiba eyes Sakura from head to toe, and it gives Sasuke a rotten feeling in his tummy.
His eyes immediately shot a death look at Kiba, but he wasn't even looking at Sasuke. He was still looking at Sakura, in fact, all of the boys are looking at her.
He thinks he'll punch someone in the face.
“Hi, Kiba.” Sakura responds as she walks towards Naruto across the room, revealing the whole style of her dress showing her smooth back just up to the small of her back.
He could see the boys ogle at his girlfriend's body and it is torture to Sasuke to just let it happen.
“Wow, wow, wow! Whew, Sak! It’s suddenly hot in here!” Kiba continues to tease.
Sakura just gives him a chuckle.
For the first time that Sasuke can remember, he is not enjoying Kiba's 'inappropriate' comments.
“You really upped your game, huh? You looking to hook up tonight, aren’t you?”
“Shut up, Kiba.” Sakura just answers simply.
“Whaat? Looking like that, you can get any guy here! C'mon, who do you pick?”
Sasuke stiffens to what Kiba said as Sakura stops and ponders.
‘Is she actually thinking about this?! She better pick me!’
Sasuke thinks as he subconsciously fixes his hair.
“Let's see.” Sakura starts and pretends to think before she answers. “None of you is cute enough.”
Kiba feigns a hurt look, and Sasuke could just snicker discreetly as he watches his girlfriend walk away and talk to Naruto.
He's glad that the boys seem to already mind their own business after that.
And at the same time felt someone disconcerted at having just felt a rollercoaster of emotions in a few minutes. That was something he wasn't used to l.
Sakura is now asking Naruto something about Ino's stuff. He couldn't quite focus. He's just looking at Sakura, not sure of what to do.
So just tries to mind his own business as well, but still keeping aware of Sakura.
He really likes her dress. Kind of dainty, but very hot.
Ugh. He so wants to touch her.
Is it even possible that he misses her right now? Has this ever happened to him before??
She finishes talking to Naruto and proceeds out the room.
“Bye, guys!” She bids the room quickly.
“Bye Sak! Save a dance for me!”
“Me, too!”
Some of the boys yelled as she goes, and instantly, you can almost see Sasuke’s ears turn red.
‘In your dreams, assholes! You're not going near my girlfriend!’
He thought bitterly.
Unfortunately for him, all he could do is just watch her, and he stops himself to follow her right then and there.
5 seconds...
10 seconds...
He counts.
20 seconds...
“I'll-I'll just have a smoke.” He says out loud and he quickly runs out the door, hoping he'll catch Sakura.
He runs through the hallways and he sees her waiting for the elevator. He catches his breath for a second.
Sakura immediately notices him. “Hey.”
He doesn't answer, he just wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her towards him, burying his face in nook of her neck.
“I miss you.”
“But we just saw each other.” She chuckles.
“I know. But, I miss you.” He says, feeling a little pathetic. He'd never been this clingy to anyone before.
Sakura doesn't fight it anymore, and just hugs him back. On some level, she understands what he means. They just spend so much time together that this is so new to them. She can't deny that it feels good to be close to him now.
It makes her sigh contently.
“Let's tell them now...” Sasuke whispers again.
“Love, we will. We talked about this.” She says as she pulls away.
“I know... It's just —I don't wanna be not your boyfriend anymore. It sucks.”
His words makes Sakura's heart flutter and it causes a smile to creep up her face.
She loves this guy.
She tenderly gives him a kiss on the lips, rewarding him for his sweet words.
“If you want, you can be my boyfriend now,” she says as her eyes give out a playful glint.
Sasuke’s brows just furrow in confusion before he finally understood when Sakura motioned to the elevator.
“Oh.” He says with a sly smile. “You naughty girl.”
Finally, the elevator reaches their floor, both hoping that no one's inside.
The door opens and it's empty.
They go in and Sasuke rams a button to stop.
“Oh my god, we're really doing this.” Sakura breathes, as she goes to unbuckle Sasuke’s belt.
“It was your idea!” He laughs.
“Have you done this before?”
“Nope. You?” Sasuke answers as his hands go up Sakura's dress, removing her underwear and putting it in his pocket.
“No.” She says as she massages Sasuke’s hanging cock. “But, this is so hot.”
“I know. You're so hot in your dress.” He says before he sucks on her neck.
“Sasuke, not so hard. Don't leave a mark.” She warns him.
“I won't.” He continues on as he pushes his pelvis against her. “Are you ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Put your leg up.” And Sakura does what she's told.
She jumps a little so she can wrap her legs around him as he carries her and slips his dick inside her.
“Oh god.” Sasuke grunts as thrusts in her. “You're so naughty. I never thought you have this kind of wild side.”
“Only you... you made me...” Sakura mutters incoherently as her eyes closes, enjoying being between a wall and Sasuke.
He thrusts and he thrusts, never minding if it's too hard for Sakura, he just wants to feel his girlfriend. Claim her.
Claim her hard.
Besides, Sakura doesn't look like she minds being rammed to the wall hard, again and again.
“Oh, baby... I love you so —fuck! Fuck!” Sasuke suddenly feels the elevator move.
“Shit!” Sakura quickly unwraps her legs off Sasuke. “Stop it! How do we stop it?!”
“I'm trying!” He says as he kept on pushing the button. “It's not working! Shit!”
The elevator kept on moving. They know it won't be long before it opens and, boy, do they know how they look because of what they're doing.
Sasuke quickly tucked in his shirt inside his pants, while Sakura straightened her dress.
“My undies!” She hissed in panic.
“Oh, right!” Sasuke fishes the piece of clothing from his pockets but the elevator door dings before he could give it to her.
‘Shit. Too late.’
They both step back a little and distanced themselves from each other as to not be suspicious.
It opens, and it's Tenten.
“Sak! I was just going down to look for you! Where've you been?” She exclaims as the two step out.
“Sorry! Uhh— it’s the elevator. It stopped.”
“Yeah, actually, I’ve been here for a while. It wasn’t moving.” Tenten says and it makes Sasuke and Sakura blush.
“Oh, Sasuke,” She finally notices him. “What are you doing here? Isn’t Naruto’s in the lower floor?”
“I — I was just —" Sasuke stammers.
“He just missed his floor.” Sakura continues for him.
“Yeah, I'm going down now, bye!” He says as he pushes the elevator button.
“If I know, he’s just trying to flirt with you again.” Tenten whispers to Sakura as they walk away.
Sakura laughs nervously as she answers, “It wasn’t like that.”
“Nope! I can feel it. I really think Sasuke would be persistent about you...” Tenten continues to talk, not noticing Sakura pull back a little and look back at Sasuke.
'Give me my undies!' Sakura mouths to him.
Sasuke shrugs as if to answer — How??!
“Oh.” Tenten suddenly stops chattering and turns around. “Sasuke! Some of Naruto's things are with Ino, he might need them.”
“Oh, okay.”
Just like that, Sasuke follows Sakura and Tenten to Ino's suite.
Tenten gave Sasuke the things she said, thanking him as she does. But he couldn't leave just yet. He and Sakura are still thinking on how to get back her undies without the others noticing. It was getting very difficult because they honestly don't know how to act around each other. Their stunt in the elevator made them even more paranoid.
As Sasuke delays leaving the room, the bridal flowers arrive at the door, and the bridesmaids went there excitedly to see.
Sasuke and Sakura took it as a chance to exchange. He fishes again the undies as he approaches Sakura, planning to just quickly give it to her.
“Any have any change?” One of the bridesmaids shouts, and Sasuke stops in the middle of the room. Suddenly, all the attention is on him as if everyone is expecting him to give the change.
Caught up in the moment, he takes out his wallet, and the girls giggle.
“Are those thongs?” Sasuke hears from the crowd.
‘Shit.’
He's got Sakura's undies hanging from his hands.
Sakura felt like she needed to sit down as all her blood went to her face, horrid look etched on her.
“No! No! They're-they're not— shit.” Sasuke stammers an explanation.
Tenten approaches Sasuke and pats him on the shoulders as consolation. “It’s okay, Sasuke. We know you. So, c'mon, just give me the change.”
He doesn't know what else to say. He's embarrassed himself already. So he just gives Tenten what she asked for, letting her walk with a sly smile.
“Oops. I was wrong. He already hooked up with someone.” Tenten whispers to Sakura as she passes by, leaving her still worried-shit.
This has got to be her most embarrassing moment. It doesn't matter that they don't know that that underwear is hers. She just can't fucking believe this is happening.
That's probably gonna be the first and last time they do it in an elevator.
-------
“Heard you hooked up with someone earlier?” Naruto nudged Sasuke as they stand at the end of the aisle, waiting for the bride to arrive.
“C'mon, tell me who it is.”
“Shut up, man. Can't you just focus on getting married?” Sasuke snaps at him. Honestly, he doesn't want to be reminded of that incident. He's freaking nervous of what Sakura thinks. It's so hard that they couldn't talk about what happened. He feels like he fucked up!
‘Ugh.’
Naruto laughed nervously. “I know! I am! I'm just so nervous, man! I just needed something to distract me.”
“Why?” Sasuke asks, genuinely confused.
“I dunno, man. What if she doesn't show up? What if suddenly she changed her mind? What if she realizes she doesn't want me anymore? What if I'm left here, all alone, and...” Naruto trails off.
“...and life without her... never to see her again...” Sasuke finishes in his mind. He almost choked with the thought. That's exactly what he's worried about.
“Hey, Best Man!” Naruto calls him out. “Aren't you supposed to say something encouraging??”
But what can he say?
“Uh, she loves you, man. Just... believe in it. Believe in your love. You don't have anything to worry about.” He tells his best friend, also, he tells himself.
‘She loves you.’
Naruto suddenly chuckles. “Can't believe I'm hearing that from you! This is a first! What the fuck happened to my boy?”
Sasuke could only laugh as well, “Worked, right?”
“Oh, yeah!” Naruto laughs.
And he can tell that it somehow lifted them up.
“Thanks, man.” Naruto sincerely tells him. “So, all we gotta do is wait now, right?”
“Yeah.”
Naruto let out a breath. “I just can't wait, y'know, to see her. I know when I see her, everything's gonna be okay.”
As his friend says this, Sasuke silently agrees inside.
That's all he needs right now.
To see her.
Goddamn. He can't fuckin' believe he's having these feelings right now. He's not the one who's getting married.
And then he thought, is this how it feels? Getting married?
Probably not. It's probably more nerve-racking when it's their wedding. He's sure as hell he'd be anxiously waiting for Sakura, too.
‘Wait —?! The fuck Sasuke? You've only started dating! You've never even thought of marriage ever before this. What are you thinking??’
He argued within himself.
‘But then again, why not?’
The thought makes him smile.
The door opens and the marching music plays. Once the groom is at his place with the best man beside him, one by one the entourage starts coming in.
When everyone is excited to see the bride, all that Sasuke can think about is the maid-of-honor. With every person that walks in, he knows it's getting closer and closer until it's her who he will see.
The groom's parents.
The sponsors.
The groomsmen along with the bridesmaids.
The ring bearer and the flower girls.
And finally, the one he's waiting for the maid-of-honor.
Sakura.
Just beautiful.
Suddenly, it's not their best friends' wedding anymore. Everyone disappeared. It's just him and her. Suddenly, she's the only one he can see. Slowly walking, not for anything, just for him.
Just to him.
Their eyes meet.
She smiles.
His heart stops... and the thought enters his mind again.
‘Yeah, why not?’
--
“Ladies and gentlemen! Let's all welcome, for the very first time, the newlyweds, Mr. And Mrs. Naruto and Ino Uzumaki!”
The whole room cheered as the couple danced their way to the dance floor. Holding hands and laughing, they seem to be having so much fun.
Sasuke was very happy for them. He honestly is — unlike the first time he knew about their plan on getting married.
He understands now. Because he too is very happy.
And his happiness? Cheering across him, sporting her beautiful smile as she watches their friends dance silly.
Moments later, as the couple finished their first dance, the host calls on the bestman for his toast.
Sasuke immediately stands as everyone applaud and cheered to welcome him.
He joins the host in front.
“Wow. I didn't know the best man is so hot!” The host playfully remarked.
“Hi, Sasuke. Before you start with your toast, let's get to know each other first.” The host continues to tease. Sasuke laughs.
“So how're you? Are you okay? Are you feeling hot? I think you’re sweating.” The host pretends to be concerned as an excuse to touch Sasuke. Everyone laughs again.
“I'm good. I'm happy for the couple.”
“Yes! Me too, I'm happy for them. I think they're happy for us too.” The host flirtatiously moves closer to Sasuke and the crowd bursts again. “I’m just kidding. I might offend someone. Did you come here with anybody?”
“Uh —" he briefly glanced at Sakura, who's also looking at him, “—I came here with my friends.”
“Oh, so you're single?”
“Uhh...” he glances at Sakura again. “No, I'm taken.”
The crowd playfully jeered him, including the groom. Sakura wasn't shocked or anything when he said that. She's actually glad he said it.
“It's true, guys! I am. I'm in a relationship.” Sasuke defends himself.
The crowd, especially their friends, continued to protest.
Sakura can only laugh, too. She thinks he looks really cute up there.
“Guys! Guys! Stop. He said it's true. Let's pretend we believe him.” The host jokes on. “So, you have a girlfriend? Is she here?”
He pauses again. “Uh, yes. She's here.”
This shocked Sakura.
Like, is he seriously going to tell them now?? What the hell is he doing?? Fuck, what should she do??
“Oh, really, where is she?”
Sakura's preparing herself. She knows the spotlight is going to be on her in a few seconds.
“She's riiigghhtt...” Sasuke scans the room, then points his finger on his chest. “...here. In my heart.”
The host playfully rolled her eyes at him. “You’re just fooling around. Just give us your toast, then.” She says sulkily, but in another seconds, smiles. “Everyone, let's welcome, Sasuke, as he gives his best man toast.”
He chuckles as everyone claps.
“Alright.” He fixes his tie a little as the host gives him the floor.
“So, uhm, good evening everyone. Hi there, man. Hi, Ino.” He starts. “So this finally happened, and I'm so happy for you. This time, for real.”
Everyone laughed at this.
“When you announced you're getting married, we all know I wasn't the most excited one — I'm sorry about that. I just I didn't get why they're doing this, you know, like — 'Are you sure, man??! You're really gonna do this?? Why would you wanna give this up? Something like that, I know, it's messy.” He laughs.
“Because you know, me and him, we had some really good time. Ever since we were kids, it's always been just the two of us having all these kinds of fun. The games, the partying, the girls.”
This earned a teasing ooooh from the crowd.
“And I thought that's it, there can never be anything better than us having a good time, thinking about nothing else... but ourselves. But now, I understand. Now, I get it. I get now, why on most nights, you'd rather stay home with Ino. I get now why suddenly, other girls are not that interesting anymore. I get that no matter how much you bicker or make each other go crazy, you still want to come back to her. I get it. Now I know that there's something more. Much more. That I could be happier, that I could be a better version of myself... And all that because you found someone you can't live without...”
He fights hard not to look directly at the one who makes him feel all those things. He needed a moment to keep it straight before he forgets he's here for the bride and groom.
He clears his throat.
“Like how you two are with each other... and I wouldn't have known if it weren't for all this. This wedding.”
“So I just wanna say, thank you. And unlike before, I genuinely wish you all the best. And I love you both. With that, I raise my glass,” and he does, “to the bride and groom!”
The crowd cheered and the two best friends went and gave each other a hug.
Sasuke could’ve sworn he saw Naruto tearing up. He knows he shouldn't, but he'd probably make fun of him for that later.
--
Later on, as the program ended and the people start to dance.
”Hey, pretty lady.” Sasuke whispers as he sneaks behind Sakura who's just sitting alone in her table.
“Hi, sexy.” She slyly replied.
It surprised Sasuke, but in a good way. It's fun that his girlfriend is kinda flirting with him in public.
He smiles, but he doesn’t do anything. He's just looking playfully at Sakura, showing how much he appreciated that little thing she said.
She actually is smiling at him, too, and it makes him feel good.
Elated.
He tries to push his luck a little more.
“You wanna dance?” He asks as he offers his hand. She hasn't danced the whole night, even though Sasuke had seen a few guys approach her.
She accepts.
The music is a little bit loud, a little bit fast, but Sakura just drapes her arm around his shoulders, keeping him close.
No one seems to mind. Neither does Sasuke.
And he realized, he hasn't really danced like this before. This will be his first, and he thinks it's genuinely special because it is with Sakura.
“You did good with your speech.” Sakura whispers to his ear.
“Yeah? You liked it?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Sakura felt his arms tighten a little bit around her.
“It's all true, you know.” He whispers again.
She just closes her eyes and holds him closer, if that's possible.
She doesn't care now. She loves him so. And he loves her too.
From there, everyone seemed to understand.
And when she opened her eyes, she can see Ino with an approving look, Naruto, too... until Ino's brow suddenly furrows.
Ino quickly approaches them and grabs Sakura's arm, “Wait a minute,” she hisses to her ear, “So the thong earlier, that was yours??”
Sasuke rubbed at his eyes as he read over some documents at the kitchen table. The small print was blurring together and the pounding in his head grew worse the longer he sat there trying to read.
Sakura placed a cup of tea beside him and sat down with her own cup of ginger ale.
"Is your head and eyes hurting again?" She said knowingly. "I told you to have that checked, right? I even referred you to my colleague."
"It's fine. I just really don't like paperwork," he said, trying to brush it off.
"Sasuke," Sakura said sharply. "That'll affect your work. You can't have that not checked out. With how your brother is legally blind now, I think we have to be careful. I think your family have a tendency to have eye problems. You might be really needing glasses."
Sasuke made a face. "Glasses? I'll look old."
"Why, do I look old when I wear my reading glasses??"
Sasuke abruptly stopped. "No. Of course not, Tsuma."
"Get that checked out, okay? If you don't then I... I won't let you accompany me to my next OB appointment! Doc Tsunade said we'd be able to know our baby's gender then."
Sasuke thought about it and decided to voice what has been on his mind lately. "Maybe we shouldn't know," he said.
Sakura looked at him like he was crazy. "What?"
"No, really. Wouldn't it be nice if it was a surprise?"
"No. I wanna know so we can think of a good name and prepare the nursery and other baby things properly. Why, don't you wanna know?"
"Well, I just thought, it'd be nice to have that moment when the baby comes out where we're completely surprised. The doctor will announce if it's a boy or a girl and we'll just be happy either way because it's our baby."
Sakura was still looking at him like he'd lost his head.
"Just a thought," he said.
"If you don't wanna know then fine. But I wanna know, so I just won't tell you."
"Hey, that's not fair!" Sasuke protested. "If you know I want to know."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Then get your self checked. I'll text my colleague now. Are you free tomorrow?"
Sasuke wanted to say no, he was busy, but he knew Sakura wouldn't stop until she found an open date and time for him. He nodded reluctantly and she got up to get the phone.
Sasuke squinted at the paper, the letters were still blurring together when he read for too long and he hated to concede that his wife was right, as she almost always was.
~
The next day Sasuke was sitting in his office, his brand new glasses perched on his nose. He hated them, moreso earlier when he walked into the pantry and Naruto and Suigetsu started mercilessly teasing him. What's worse is that he had to wear them all the time now.
Sasuke pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose in irritation as he read the paper in front of him. He refused to admit that reading was much easier now, and his headaches had eased. He still hated his glasses.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Naruto came barging into his office and Sasuke glared up at him. "Ah, I mean bastard. We're gonna go."
It was usually the three of them that were the last to leave. Mostly because Sasuke is a bit of a workaholic--which is to be expected since he was the one who started this business, afterall. They had more workers now that the company had expanded, but his friends would usually impatiently wait for him, until they couldn't wait anymore. Like now.
Sasuke waved him off. "Fine."
"Aren't you going home yet?"
"I'll just finish this."
Naruto nodded and looked back at Suigetsu behind him. They grinned at each other then they both walked in. Sasuke looked up at them warily, knowing that they were up to something.
Naruto made a 90 degree bow and started speaking formally--the way you would speak to an elder.
"We will be going now, elder."
Suigetsu followed suit.
"Please take care of yourself, elder."
Sasuke stood up threateningly. "When I get my hands on you--!"
Naruto and Suigetsu ran out the door, laughing. "Bye Gramps!"
Sasuke sat back down in irritation. He didn't know why he was letting their teasing affect him so much but he didn't want to go home to Sakura when he was in a bad mood so he place his focus back on his laptop to finish his paperwork. Work can be a good distraction.
It was only about fifteen minutes later that there was a knock on his open door and he looked up to see Sakura standing there.
"Sakura." He said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
She was staring at him and Sasuke self-consciously removed the glasses.
"Sakura?" He prompted when she still didn't answer.
"I had to stay at the hospital later than usual and I realized it was around the time for you to go home so I just thought we can go home together since your office is on my way anyway. Are you the only one left here?"
"Yeah, the others just left. Why?"
Sakura shut the office door. She walked towards him. There was something almost predatory in her eyes that made Sasuke a little nervous.
She took the glasses out of his hands and placed them back on his face. She cupped his chin with both hands and tilted his face up to look at her. Her eyes were dark, the desire unmistakeable, and Sasuke swallowed hard.
"My husband is so handsome," she said, her voice low. "He's making me wet."
"R-really?" Sasuke asked.
"You can see it for yourself."
Sakura pushed her form fitting pencil skirt up her waist, showing her silky black panties, already damp. She pushed them down her hips and they fell to the floor.
Sasuke stared at her and his primal instincts took over. He had to have her now.
He stood up and kissed her, pressing her back against the desk. Sakura moaned into his mouth and ran her hands through his hair. Sasuke was acutely aware that they were in his office and damn, how many times had he fantasized about this?
He unbuttoned her blouse and kissed his way down her neck. But Sasuke couldn't resist what was freely offered to him though so he lifted Sakura up onto the desk and sat back down on his chair. He spread her legs and parted her lips then licked a stripe up her clit. Sakura let out a loud cry.
Sasuke angled her so that he could slide a finger inside of her at the same time as he licked her clit. He could tell that it was driving Sakura crazy, his name a litany on her lips. He pushed another finger inside of her and she was coming. He looked up and saw that she was looking down at him. Sasuke didn't know what it was about his glasses but it was driving her crazy, along with her hormones that were already on overdrive. She clutched his hair and pulled almost painfully, her hips bucking up as she shook with spasms.
Sasuke stood up and kissed her, unable to take it anymore. He couldn't wait any longer, he had to be inside her. Sakura had the same idea because she was already unbuckling his belt. Sasuke unzipped and pushed down his pants and boxers, pulling Sakura closer to the edge of the desk and entering her. She gasped and clutched his shoulders, her nails digging in. Sasuke started a rhythm that she quickly followed, her hips thrusting up to meet his. Sakura refused to look away from his face and Sasuke looked deep into her eyes as he emptied himself inside of her. She followed him over the edge and he held her tightly in his arms. She buried her face in his neck and he jerked his hips harshly as she unexpectedly sunk her teeth into his skin.
"Sakura!" He cried.
He stumbled back into his chair, taking Sakura with him. She curled up in his lap and panted into his neck. It took a few moments for Sasuke to regain his senses and he kissed the top of Sakura's head. They were still partially dressed and a hot mess wrapped around each other. Sasuke will never look at his office the same way again and he couldn't be happier.
"I like the glasses," Sakura mumbled into his neck.
Sasuke laughed. "Really? I couldn't tell."
He didn't care how much Naruto and Suigetsu teased him now. He loves his glasses.
Sakura felt a tickle on her cheek. She moved her head and batted it away without opening her eyes, not wanting to give up her peaceful slumber.
"Tsuma..." A husky voice whispered. "Wake up..."
"Mmm..." She groaned in irritation. "I’m still sleepy."
"Tsuma, we’re supposed to meet with Naruto and the others today."
"What time is it?"
"Seven."
Sakura finally opened her eyes. "Seven? It’s too early!"
She turned to face Sasuke and stopped.
There on the other side of the bed, Sasuke was sitting with a bouquet of pink tulips in his hand and a tray of breakfast in front of him.
Sakura sat up and rubbed her eyes. "What’s this?"
Sasuke handed her a card.
Her heart started to beat faster. "It isn’t our anniversary or my birthday…"
He smiled in amusement. "Just read it."
Sakura pulled the card out of the envelope and on the front was a breathtaking sketch of herself.
"Sasuke,what…?" She asked.
“I asked Sai for that a few weeks ago for today.” He just said. "Open it."
She did so and inside of the homemade card was a cartoon sketch of Sakura with a big belly (it was currently still flat) and a little bubble that said "I love you Mama."
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Dear Mama,
Baby might not be with us yet and right now he or she is as small as a peanut inside of you but I still want to make you feel special on this day. Your very first Mother's Day.
I can't thank you enough, Sakura. I grew up without a family and to have one with you now...it's a dream come true.
I know you're going to be an amazing mother, filling his/her life with laughter, warmth, devotion, and so much love. Our baby is so lucky to have you as his/her Mama. And I'm lucky to have you as my wife.
I love you so much. Happy Mother's Day. Next year there will be three of us celebrating.
We love you,
Papa & Baby
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Tears dripped down Sakura's cheeks as she read Sasuke's beautiful message. It wasn't long before she was full on sobbing and Sasuke wrapped her up in his arms as she cried into his chest.
"I'm assuming this crying is because you're happy." He kissed the top of her head.
When she gained control of herself, Sakura pulled away and slapped his shoulder. "It’s your fault. I’m pregnant and my hormones are all over and you’re gonna write me something like this." She complained halfheartedly.
Sasuke kissed her. "Happy Mother's Day."
Sakura laughed happily and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Anata."
"I still can't believe we're going to be parents," he said, kissing her shoulder.
Sakura buried her face in his neck and breathed him in. She couldn't believe it either. It had only been a week since they had the news confirmed with Sakura's colleague and they weren't telling anyone yet. She could have stayed like that with Sasuke forever but her stomach started to rumble.
Sasuke chuckled. "Our baby seems to be hungry."
He pulled away and placed the tray on her lap. On it was a plate of waffles with strawberries and a lot of whip cream. For the past few days Sakura has been craving waffles a lot. She bought a waffle maker and has been eating them day and night. There was also a bowl of sliced up bananas with blueberries next to it and a glass of milk. Since finding out about her pregnancy in the ER, Sasuke has been a little bit obsessed with making sure Sakura eats healthy and has fruits and vegetables with every meal.
Sakura happily dug into her waffles, forgetting about Sasuke for a moment. It was only when she was over halfway done with her waffles that she looked up at him, watching her with amusement.
"Ah Anata! Have you eaten? Here, have some."
Sasuke just smiled and shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ve already eaten. Eat your fruit."
"Are there more whipped cream?" She asked sweetly.
He gave her a look.
"Please, Anata! I’m just gonna put some on the fruits."
"Sakura, you go through one can per meal."
"Hey! That’s an exaggeration."
"Then explain to me why I had to open a new can this morning when you just opened one last night at dinner?"
Sakura gave him a guilty look. "I got hungry last night. Midnight snack..."
Sasuke shook his head but got off the bed.
"And peanut butter, Anata!" Sakura called after his retreating back.
He came back into the bedroom five minutes later with a can of whipped cream and a jar of peanut butter.
"Maybe we shouldn’t meet with Naruto and the others today after all," he said. "How will we explain your cravings without telling them we’re pregnant?"
Sakura was barely listening to him, she scooped a huge spoonful of peanut butter onto her remaining waffles and on the bowl of fruit. Then she topped it with so much whipped cream, you couldn't see the food beneath. Sasuke looked on in horror.
"Sakura…"
She closed her eyes in bliss as she spooned her concoction into her mouth.
"Sakura, you can't eat too much sweet. You could get gestational diabetes!"
She waved him off. "It’s just for today. It’s Mother's Day, after all."
"Fine. But I'm only letting you get away with this today. I'm going to stop buying whipped cream if you keep eating like this," he threatened.
"Wow. As if I can’t go to the stores myself." She said testily. Her mood swings had started to really kick off.
"Sakura," Sasuke sighed.
"I’m joking." She says sweetly this time. “I know you’re just worried. But don’t be too protective, okay? I know how to take care of myself.”
"I'm worried about you, Sakura. This is your first pregnancy. We don't know how your body will react. We still don’t know if this will be an easy pregnancy for you-"
Sakura put her fingers up to his lips, getting whipped cream all over Sasuke's mouth. She looked at him and giggled.
Sasuke frowned and that made Sakura laugh harder. He looked so silly pouting at her with whipped cream on his face.
"Sorry...sorry," she gasped. "You just looked so cute!"
"If you're done laughing at me now." He grabbed a napkin from the tray and was about to wipe his mouth when Sakura stopped him.
"Let me, Anata."
She leaned in and kissed him, licking the whipped cream off his lips.
"Mmm... yummy." Sakura smacked her lips together and relished Sasuke's wide eyed surprise. "Waffles with whipped cream are yummy. Bananas with whipped cream are also yummy. But I think the yummies is… Sasuke-kun with whipped cream."
As a demonstration, she took his hand and sprayed his pointer finger with whipped cream. Then she took his finger into her mouth and slowly sucked the whipped cream off.
She looked up at Sasuke beneath her eyelashes and watched his eyes darken.
"Sakura..." he groaned. She has also been very horny recently. No doubt because of her hormones.
She let his finger go with a pop and smiled up at her husband, seeing the desire in his eyes.
Sakura took the tray and placed it on the floor. As soon as the tray touched the ground, Sasuke was on her, pulling her to him by her waist.
"Sasuke!" She laughed.
He pulled her back against his chest and kissed her, Sakura's head craned back to meet his lips.
She melted back into his arms as the kiss deepened. Sasuke brought his hands up beneath her pajama top and cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening instantly beneath his hands.
Sakura moaned and lifted her arms so he could take her top off. She panted as their lips parted for just a fraction of a second and then Sasuke was on her again.
She was still holding the can of whipped cream and with great effort, extracted herself from Sasuke's insistent but oh-so-good kisses. She pulled back from him and held up the whipped cream.
"I’m not finished eating."
Sasuke started to protest, until Sakura squirted a large blob of whipped cream onto his neck. Then she licked it up slowly, swirling her tongue over his skin.
"Sakura..." Sasuke moaned.
"Mmm... Sasuke with whipped cream really is yummy."
She pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, then sprayed whipped cream onto his chest. She proceeded to lick it all up, letting her tongue swirl over his nipples. When she nibbled on his right nipple, Sasuke couldn't take anymore. He growled and flipped Sakura onto her back, taking the can of whipped cream from her and spraying it onto her breasts.
"Sasuke!" She giggled. "It’s cold!"
Her laughter turned to moans as Sasuke licked up the whipped cream, his tongue licking circles on her breast. She writhed beneath him, her hips moving up, trying to fulfill the need for pressure between her legs.
Sasuke pulled her shorts and panties down and off her legs then started rubbing her clit, relieving some of the ache she was feeling. Sakura moaned louder and grinded her hips up, she was already wet and ready for him and needed to feel him inside her.
She spread her legs and brought her feet up, using her toes to push Sasuke's shorts down his hips. He pushed it down the rest of the way off and then moved up and kissed her. Sakura wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his as their tongues tangled. She could still taste the whipped cream in his mouth and it was driving her crazy. She would never look at whipped cream the same way again after this.
Sakura could feel his hard cock pressed against her hip and she needed him inside of her desperately. Luckily Sasuke knows her well enough by now to know exactly what she needs. His hand snaked down between their bodies to rub her clit again before inserting two fingers inside of. Sakura panted against his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
"Sasuke..." she couldn't take it anymore, and she wasn't going to wait for him to give her what she wanted.
Sakura flipped them over so that Sasuke was on his back and she was on top. His eyes widened in surprise and closed in bliss as she sunk down on him. Sakura gasped loudly at the feeling of his cock penetrating her at this angle.
She put her palms on his chest to steady herself and moved up and down on his cock, loving the freedom of movement that she had on top and the way he penetrated her so deeply. Sasuke was staring up at her slack jawed, his hands were limp by his side, giving her total control.
"Sakura..." he groaned. "Fuck, Sakura..."
"Mmm..." she leaned down to kiss him and discovered that if she angles herself just right, her clit rubs against his shaft with every thrust.
She let out a cry as Sasuke started thrusting harder. He gripped her hips as he pumped up into her and Sakura held onto his biceps and threw her head back as the pressure built up inside of her. She saw stars behind hers as the pressure exploded, filling her with intense pleasure that Sakura feels like she'll never get used to.
Sasuke yelled out her name as he released inside of her and Sakura collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard. They lay there catching their breaths and a few minutes later, when Sakura moved to get off Sasuke, he wrapped his arms around her and kept her in place.
"Mmm... Anata, we need to get ready. We’re supposed to meet Naruto and the others."
"Five minutes," he said, kissing her forehead then pressed his nose there. Sakura closed her eyes and breathed him in. There were times when she still couldn't believe she was here, with the love of her life and the father of her baby.
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A FEW YEARS AFTER
Sakura used to be a deep sleeper up until Sarada was born 11 years ago. Since then she's become in tune to the sleeping patterns of her children. It was usually very easy to wake Sakura up now, but there were times when she slept in that she returned to her old nocturnal habits and slept very deeply. Usually after Sasuke was through making her cum several times.
Sakura was having one such sleeping in morning because their older kids had spent the night with their Grandma Tsunade who is currently in town after long years of travelling. This left Sasuke and Sakura at the house with just the baby. Sayaka, at three years old, takes after her mom with her looks and with how she sleeps deeply through the night. It meant she was quite energetic during the day, taking only a short nap or two, but Sasuke and Sakura got a reprieve at night.
They took full advantage of it the night before and Sakura was out cold, sleeping in on a Sunday.
Sasuke watched her sleeping for a moment, softly snoring. His beautiful wife and the mother of his children. Their life together so far hasn't been perfect but it’s been blissfully happy. He stroked her hair then carefully got up from the bed.
He opened the bedroom door right on time. The kids were there waiting. Satoru had a homebaked cake in his hands, Sarada was holding Sayaka in her arms who still looked sleepy and was holding onto her favorite stuffed bear, and Saburo was holding presents and homemade cards. Sasuke put a finger to his lips and gestured them into the room. They all tiptoed to the bed.
Sasuke knelt down beside Sakura's side of the bed and stroked her face.
"Wake up, Tsuma..."
She didn't stir. Sasuke looked up at the kids, all of them brimming with excitement. He shook Sakura's shoulders but she still snored on, not showing any signs of waking up.
"Papa, let me," Saburo said. He took the bear from Sayaka, making her cry loudly and wave her arms violently, reaching for her bear.
Sakura shot up, instantly awake. "Saya..."
"HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!" The kids all shouted.
She looked up at them in shock, blinking at her kids standing in front of the bed. Sayaka cried harder and Sasuke took her from Sarada's arms while Saburo gave back Mr. Brownie.
“You’re all home…" Sakura asked, obviously still quite sleepy.
Satoru sat down beside her on the bed and presented her with the cake while Sarada and Saburo crawled onto the bed on her other side.
"Thank you, thank you my babies." Sakura kissed and hugged each of them.
Sayaka had calmed down and Sasuke climbed onto the bed on the other side of the girls with her.
"Wow this looks delicious." Sakura looked down at the slightly lopsided chocolate cake with messy frosting. On top it said 'Happy Mother's Day' in big uneven writing. It might not have been much to look at the obvious effort her kids put in brought tears to Sakura's eyes. “You made this?"
"We did it all by ourselves!" Satoru said proudly.
"Auntie Hinata supervised, but she didn’t help," Sarada added.
"They thought of this all by themselves," Sasuke said. "They said they wanted to surprise you."
"Thank you!" Sakura wrapped her arms around Sarada and Satoru and pulled them into her chest. “Let’s eat?”
"Cake!" Sayaka tried to crawl across the bed to get her hands on the cake but Sasuke pulled her back in time. He grabbed paper plates from the nightstand and distributed it while Sakura cut into the cake.
She passed out the cake and watched as her kids dug into the cake. They were having cake for breakfast, a rare treat. Sasuke reached over the kids' heads and fed Sakura a big forkful of cake from his plate. The frosting smeared over lips and leaned over and kissed it off, making all their kids (except Sayaka) groan in exasperation.
"Gross!" Saburo complains.
Sasuke laughed and smeared frosting on his son's nose in response.
It definitely was a happy day to celebrate his wife.
Sasuke heard the director shout that it was already a wrap up. And he immediately looked at where Sakura was, still talking with her co-actors.
They've been married for almost twenty years now, with Sarada recently turning seventeen.
Thirty years in the industry, and he can proudly say that they are now very established, respected and awarded artists individually.
It wasn't always like that. When both of them were still with their groups, it was very different.
Sasuke was part of an idol group, while Sakura was part of a vocal and dance group. Basically, Sakura's group mainly focus on performances, while Sasuke's would do a lot of fanservice, and also do acting, hosting, modeling and other things outside just music. Other than that, the difference was that fans of idols would often have some sort of entitlement to them.
So it was something of a miracle, really, how they met (through a drama--they were both cameos for a small scene of dancers), became friends, somehow able to keep in contact even with both their very busy schedule, and eventually developed feelings for each other and started dating even with the whole country breathing down their neck (his, specifically.)
When the first rumor about them came about, it was chaos. A lot of his fans were very disappointed and Sakura had to deal with a lot of hatred and bashing online. They neither deny or confirmed their relationship then, (which was basically confirmation), and simply never addressed it until people just sort of accepted it--it sort of became an open secret. And a few years after that whole deal, they just simply announced they had already registered their marriage certificate. By that time, the fans were just happy they finally confirmed it. And at time, Sakura's group had already disbanded, and she had become established as an actress. So she was very well-liked and not much was against their relationship.
And now, two decades later, she has become one of the most awarded actresses, and he, though there were more and more newer and younger idol groups, he and his group were still very much respected and in-demand.
He could say he was even busier than when they were in their youth--both of them, with Sakura having dramas, movies and variety show guestings here and there, and Sasuke still doing concert tours, a lot of endorsements and what not. And when they weren't working as celebrities, they were parents to their three children.
So whenever he does have time, like tonight, he would often go and pick his wife from work. Just so they could have some time with just the two of them. His manager and group, as well as Sakura's colleagues was already used to it. And even though they aren't the center of showbiz gossip now, these little things still get around the internet, with people dubbing them as the couple goal of the entertainment industry.
Internally, Sasuke agrees. It wasn't a perfect life, he would have loved it if he can have more time for his wife and his family, but he was living a pretty good life, all things considered.
He walked towards her and wrapped his arm around her waist, whispering "Let's go home?"
He sighed as he got a whiff of her scent, and felt her warmth against him. He had really missed her. They couldn't really do much of even small things like this, what with his group's anniversary coming up, and Sakura doing this drama.
Sakura turned her body towards his then.
"Let's." She says, smiling at him.
With that, they said their goodbyes to the cast and crew, jumped into the car and drove home.
He never thought or expected anything. He really just wanted to spend some time with his wife.
But the drive was torturous at best. He kept glancing at Sakura and he could swear that her neckline kept dipping lower and lower. She changed to a v-neck shirt and short shorts before leaving the location, saying it was too hot a night for pants.
He gripped the steering wheel tighter urging himself to focus on the road, until he heard her moan softly. He turned towards her, and the minx was fanning herself while pulling her hair up effectively exposing her which he now wanted to bite.
"Sakura, please im driving."
"What?" She asked innocently, but there was mischief behind her eyes.
"You know very well what."
"Hmm" she hummed while her hand traveled from her neck, pulling her shirt down exposing her cleavage, and traveled further down and in between her damn gorgeous legs.
Even after all these years, Sakura still looked as sexy as ever. Sexier, even, in Sasuke's opinion.
And he knows she knows that.
"If you werent driving-" She started.
Fuck it. At this rate, he's going to have a heart attack or get them into an accident.
It had indeed been a few weeks since they were last intimate--mostly because they're both tired, and even if not, the kids are always demanding their attention. He truly have been resisting this whole time. And Sakura was making it very hard to keep resisting.
He swerved the car to the nearest exit and looked for an underground parking lot. Sakura was laughing in the passenger seat asking, "Why are you in such a hurry, anata?"
The tease.
He parked at the farthest section and switched the off the car.
Sakura was smiling innocently in her seat, biting her lip. She was already flushed and the image of her sent an electric bolt down his crotch.
"Fuck, Sakura!"
"Yes, Daddy please!" She said, leaning farther to make room for him.
He growled as he moved towards her, not minding the stick that separated them. Once on top, he kissed her lips with an intensity that would have knocked her off balance if she wasnt already leaning back.
He gently pulled the side lever to lean the chair back further, and switched another so the seat slides back giving them more room.
Sakura continued to lick and bite the side of his lips, grabbing the front of his polo and pulled him towards her.
He can feel the rise and fall of her chest, fanning the flames. His hand cupped her chin and he tilted her head to the side to kiss her jawline, licking her neck and teasingly bite her collarbones.
Her hand gripped his shoulders tightly and he knew she wanted him. But she was such a tease earlier that he wanted to torture her a little bit more.
As he kissed her neck, he slipped his hand inside the v-neck opening of her shirt and grabbed her breast, squeezing gently.
"Sasuke!" She gasped.
"Shh" he whispered in her ear, as his other hand opened the buttons of her shorts.
Her breathing become labored and her legs started to move squeezing his hand towards her center.
God she was wet. The wetness seeped through her flimsy underwear and it made him even harder than he already was.
He wanted to send her over the edge before he takes his release. And so he pulled the neckline of her shirt down further exposing one of her breasts and started licking her nipple and suckling them. She moaned, running her fingers through his hair.
She arched he back as if offering herself to him. His other hand slipped her underwear to the side and started rubbing her.
Her moans and gasps fueled his desire and he was so close to taking her. But no, he wanted her to beg for it.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out, you little tease." He whispered in her ear.
"Sasuke" "fuuuck" she moaned in between gasps. He looked her in the eye and slipped two fingers inside. Her mouth formed the perfect o, her eyes fluttering. She was soft and wet and warm and all the things he wanted.
"Do you like this?" He said, biting her earlobe. She nodded vigorously unable to speak.
He moved slowly, inside and out in a steady rhythm until she was grabbing his arm screaming his name, begging
"Sasuke please love" "aah fuck! Sasuke!! Please, I need you."
"Are you sorry for being such a tease?" He asked, increasing the rhythm of his fingers.
"No."
"No?" He thrusted his fingers deeper.
"Yes." She half screamed, half gasped. "Sasuke, I swear to god if you don't fuck me now-"
He grinned. "There's the girl I know and love."
He pulled his fingers out and quickly unbuttoned his pants and with Sakura's help, he pulled it down.
His member was so hard and ready to explode but he wanted to make this great for her. She stared at his cock with barely concealed hunger then looked up to stare straight in his eyes, a dare.
He held it against her entrance but before he did, he slid his shaft up and down her wet lips sending both of them over the edge.
He couldn't take it anymore and so with one quick movement he thrusted it inside her burying all of him.
She screamed in surprised and then she was moaning as he thrust over and over. Her wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips along with him in perfect sync. She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him towards her.
Their breath mixed and their bodies were hot but he didn't care. He has her under him and she was gasping his name and begging for more.
"Deeper, anata," she whispered. Her face flushed and her lips puffy from too much kissing.
Her wish was his command.
He thrusted faster and deeper, the car moving with each thrust. He can feel her muscles contracting around his shaft driving him further.
Her screams and moans mixed with his and with one final deep thrust they found release.
They were panting, exhausted from the force of their climax. He laid on top of her and she didn't mind his weight.
With her arms wrapped around him, she was happy. He felt her smile against his cheek. He lifted his body slightly to look at her. She was grinning.
"Doesn't this remind you of the good old days?"
He eyed her. "If you mean when you would sneak in our studio and wait for me in my dressing room?"
"Hey! You used to do that too!" She said, playfully indignant.
He laughed, and Sakura laughed as well. For a moment, it really felt like they were really back in those times. When it felt like it was just the two of them in the world. It wasn't like that anymore, because other than the two of them, they were blessed with three beautiful children. But he does feel a bit nostalgic.
He smiled tenderly at her as he caressed her face.
They had been together for more than twenty years, but he still couldn't get enough of her.
And then, Sakura suddenly kissed him.
And he smiles as he realized they might be thinking and feeling the same thing just now.
"I love you, Sasuke." She whispered.
"I love you more, Sakura" he said, rubbing his nose against hers.
END
Note: if you're confused about idol group vs sing & dance group in jpop, try checking out Arashi/Hey!Say!JUMP/Snowman/SixTONES for idol groups and E-Girls/Happiness/Flower/Dream for sing & dance group. idol groups mostly sell music & fanservice, sing & dance groups sell music & choreo (plus not all members are singers, the others are exclusively dancers)
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