Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

A/N: Sorry guys, I've been gone for quite a while. I may be updating stories sometime in April. For now, I've got this juicy story that I have to get out of my system. Non-massacre of the Uchiha clan. First opening is when Sakura and Sasuke are 16 years old and ages as the story progresses.

Warning: This contains explicit adult content (rated NC-17). You have been warned.

Enjoy!

Sakura's core pulsed with pleasure as the male continued to ram her into the tree. The bark bit against her back, but she didn't care. The mysterious male panted while resting his head at the crook of her neck, a sly tongue slithering out to taste the salty sweat that had accumulated from their heated romp. Plump lips let out a shaky moan as she neared her climax, perfect white teeth now sunk into the bottom of her lip. He cupped her ass, feeling her orgasm through the tightening of her sweet hot sheath he went even faster. Small tits bouncing with every stroke as her slim arms wrapped around the young man to hold him to her. He fought back a grimace, didn't she get that it was just a casual encounter? He held no feelings for this girl, only sought relief from clan duties and pure personal gratification.

"Come inside me," She whispered fervently into his ear.

He twisted his head away and pulled out at the last moment, spewing stick semen all over her thighs and pants. Releasing her instantly she fell to the ground with a soft 'umph!' and gazed up at the male who suddenly turned cold. Zipping himself up he turned away. Hands in his pockets he briefly wondered what his mother would make for dinner. The weight of clan duties lightened a bit and it didn't feel like it was bearing down on his shoulders. For the moment anyway. Tomorrow was another day.

"Wait, Sasuke-kun!" But he didn't stop to answer her plea.

Sakura fought back tears.

It had always been like this. She was a mere genin while Sasuke was a jonin and looking to make ANBU. She prided herself on looks (her facial features were stunning) even though she lacked in certain areas (flat butt, small boobs). The pink haired girl spotted the boy when they were at the tender age of seven. Instantly taken with him she turned into a stalker with his other mob of fangirls. Only when he needed release did he come to her for it. No other girls were chosen or so she thought.

One day… One day he'll see me and love me for who I am.

Foolish thoughts of a young girl in love with the idea of love.

One thing bothered her most of all… during all their encounters since they were fifteen, he would never kiss her. She tried on several occasions and he either turned his head away or pulled back and told her no. Though disheartened it did not stop her from welcoming him into her arms and wrapping her legs about him. He would never undress her, only tug down her panties and pants enough to enter her in a single thrust. Most times she'd wince and hiss at not being ready enough, but soon would wet to his insisted deep hard strokes. Sakura was not so naive to believe he felt something for her when she knew it was a simple fuck. Mating to relieve tensions and stress from his daily life and give him a pleasurable high.

This was how he always left her. On the ground, arms crossed around her chest as if she had been violated. Eyes downcast and hidden by her pink silky locks she stared at the semen that would soon stain her clothes if she didn't clean them off quick enough. She was always careful to put her clothes directly into the wash right after their trysts for fear of her mother seeing them when she did laundry.

For the first time, tears formed in her eyes. She didn't want to do it anymore.

End Chapter

A/N: I know it's super duper short, but it's all I have for now. :)