𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.
word count: ~1.2k
content: sleepy!ssk, horny!skr. dom!skr and dom!ssk, teasing, rough, multiple climaxes; it has typos i’m so sorry, i’ll fix them eventually
note: this is my first real attempt at smut… enjoy?
Sasuke was tired, longing for nothing more than to sleep in the comfort of his own bed after being away from home for weeks.
Sakura, however, had other ideas—wanted other things; who was he to deny her of them?
He felt her soft lips pressed against his own the moment he stepped foot through the door. The warmth of her body against his own fueled his drowsiness, but he ignored the feeling as he slowly and lazily returned her eager kisses.
“Someone missed me.” He spoke softly, wrapping his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him. Sakura didn’t respond. Instead, she positioned her arms around his neck, pulling him down to deepen their kiss.
Sasuke let his wife take over his senses completely. He’d missed her more than he had realized. All of her. Her taste, her scent, the softness of her hair, the warmth of her body pressed close to him, and the deep blush that flushed her cheeks when she was aroused.
“Bedroom,” Sakura ordered before pressing her lips to his once more wasting not a second to catch her breath.
Sasuke obliged, lifting her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Immediately, he felt her begin to roll her hips against him. The feeling of his hardening member against her elicited quiet moans from the pinkette, which she let escape only against his lips, a slight smirk forming on hers.
She was teasing him. And it was working.
Without breaking their kiss, Sasuke led her to their bed, lying her down softly. He traced his lips (and his tongue) against her jawline, continuing down to neck. His hand felt the curves of her body while he worshiped every inch of her as if she were a goddess—which in his eyes, she was.
Sakura groaned, moving her hands up to his hair and turning his face towards her. “You’re being too gentle,” she complained, her voice needy and desperate.
“Sakura, I’m tired.” Sasuke said. His words were slow and quiet and the look in his eyes apologetic, sleepy, and yet full of lust and love for the girl before him. He wanted to make love to her, passionately and slowly. Then, he could sleep, holding her close to him.
Sakura pouted, wanting—no, needing rough, messy, loud sex.
Sasuke moved his head down to kiss her collarbone, working his way back up to her neck. “I’m sorry, Tsuma,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against her skin.
“Fine.” In a swift movement, Sakura switched positions with her husband and straddled him, her hands on his chest as she pinned him down. “Let me do the work.”
Sasuke never got tired of seeing his wife from this angle. The way her hair fell forward and framed her face, the red in her cheeks, her lips swollen from their kissing. She was breathtaking.
He watched attentively as she removed her clothing, not wasting a second before proceeding to unbutton his shirt. Her hands trailed down his chest and she leaned down to kiss him. Sasuke moved his hand to touch her, but she stopped it, pinning his arm down beside his head.
She left a trail of kisses down his chest and his abdomen before stripping him of the rest of his clothing.
Sakura never got used to seeing him in all his glory. It was clear in her expression whenever she laid eyes on his naked body. Her lips would part, half in hunger and half in awe, her breathing halting momentarily before she bit her lip nervously, never quite getting used to the sight of his size. It fueled his ego more than he would ever admit.
She moved her head forward to lick him slowly, her half-lidded eyes staring into his as she did so. The Uchiha could hardly keep his eyes on her; not without his breath hitching and low groans escaping his lips. In seemingly no rush at all, Sakura positioned her lips around his cock, memorizing the look of desperation on her husband’s face as she slowly fit him into her small mouth.
Her lips were heavenly, working around him at a pace that satisfied him while being slow enough to feel like torture. This combined with the tearfully aroused look in her eyes was enough to nearly send him over the edge. Although, she didn’t pleasure him this way for long. Placing her hands on his chest, Sakura looked down mischievously at her husband. She positioned herself over his cock, teasing him by touching only the tip of it to her wet core. Keeping one hand on his chest to hold herself up, Sakura moved the other around his member, stroking it slowly as she traced it against her dripping heat.
Sakura watched the expressions on her husband’s face proudly, admiring the weakness she could evoke in the great and powerful shinobi. All at once, she took him in, letting him fill her. Her hips moved fast and roughly as she leaned over him, moving her hand to pin his to the bed with so he couldn’t touch her like he wanted to, still holding herself up with the other. She bounced up and down as vigorously as she could, the sight of her breasts moving with her driving her husband crazy. She could feel him thrusting his hips into her as he got closer to his climax. And that was when she stopped suddenly and without warning.
She let go of his arm and moved off of him to stand, though the weakness in her legs made this difficult. A smirk was painted on her lips. Sakura admired the look her husband gave her. One of shock and growing frustration.
Sakura Uchiha always gets what she wants.
“You’re a fucking slut.” Sasuke’s voice was hoarse and his frustration rang clear. It turned Sakura on more than she could have imagined. Feigning innocence, she shrugged, turning away from him and pretending to reach for her robe. But, before she could take another step, she was the one pinned against the bed, her hands held down above her head. “You little fucking slut.”
She had hardly been given time to realize the position she was in when Sasuke began to thrust into her roughly. A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt him pulling in and out of her without remorse. Her eyes filled with tears from the pleasure and she struggled to form a single coherent thought. “Sasu-ke! F-fuck!!” Her words came out louder than she intended them to and though she tried to muffle her voice, she failed miserably to keep quiet.
She tried to move her hands, wanting to feel his body closer to hers but his grip tightened around her wrist. She whimpered and moaned, his name falling from her lips as she watched him fuck her senseless.
“I’m- Fuck! Sas-” Sakura’s words faded into the beautiful sounds of her orgasm. “S-Sasuke…”
She pleaded him to stop. He was pushing her past her limits and her sensitive body needed him to pause, but his thrusts continued just as hard, if not harder than before.
She could hear him grunting, low moans flowing out of his lips as he questioned her, “How’s this for rough?” He let go of her wrists and reached down to massage one of her breasts while leaning over to suck the other one just as she began to feel a second knot form in her lower abdomen. He sped up his pace, watching proudly as her face contorted in pleasure a second time. This time, he swiftly turned her over, forcing her to ride it out herself and allowing himself to finally release as well.
Feeling his cum fill her, Sakura moaned louder. Not wanting the feeling to fade just yet, she kept her hips moving at a quick pace, coming a third time as she rode out his orgasm.
Finally, Sakura collapsed onto Sasuke’s chest, weaker than she could have imagined. “Are you content now, Tsuma?” he whispered, moving his arm to trace the curves of her back.
She couldn’t have answered him if she tried; that was how weak he had left her. The tired state of her body was answer enough.
“Well, I don’t know if I’m tired anymore…” he smirked, moving his hand towards her still sensitive clit. This time, however, Sasuke Uchiha would get what he wanted—slowly and passionately.
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