The characters are a little OOC, but that's mostly because it doesn't take place in the Naruto universe, and I'm going with that they are around the age of 25, and not pre-teens/teens. It makes sense, since they are in a bar after all.
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto and I never will.
The smoky atmosphere that penetrated though out the bar almost seemed to magnify the effect of the woman's mused hair and darkly outlined eyes as she laughed with her friends and gave him discreet, sultry glances though her heavy lashes. She made a movement, as though to excuse herself, before making her way through the crowd. "Naruto" she breathed; it wasn't the first time he's breathed like that for him, "Naruto, I seem to have forgotten something in my car," her fingers gently traced over the muscles in his arm as she leaned in and finished her sentences with a whisper in his ear, "come get it with me." He could feel her lips just barely brush the helix of his ear.
"You're a big girl, you can handle it yourself," he found himself saying as he mocked her just she did those months ago. His judgment slowly wavered as she continued stroking his arm and pushing little breaths against his ear.
"I'm pretty sure I can't," she replied before capturing his ear lobe in her mouth and gently sucking it, "It's so dark, who knows what's out there." Her wondering hand had managed to find his leg and was now stroking his thigh. His eyes slowly closed in pleasure and his breathing became unsteady. His conscience whispered of the consequences of the possible actions of tonight.
"F-for protection only, right?" His stuttered sentence failed to sound as confident as he hoped, as his judgment was completely eclipsed by his growing lust. Her tongue moved up the spine of his ear before returning back to his lobe for a brief nibble.
Standing abruptly, he took her hand in his as he strode out into the crisp night. An unseen malicious smile adorned her face as the night air berated her face before moving to completely submerging him into the situation.
Reaching the car, her lips violated his own and pushed him back against the car. The fierceness of the transgression registered in his mind, but was not headed. She ground against him as she coerced his tongue into battle. He heard the soft click of the car unlocking. The door was flung open and she quickly pushed him inside and following before shutting the door. Upon the close of the door, she immediately continued her actions as her roaming hands traveled down his torso.
She broke the kiss, cooing about the heat on the inside of the car before removing her shirt. Her hand slowly reached towards his face and, in a gentler motion, cupped his face and brought it closer; the very picture of love, if only it wasn't so posed. Her lips met his in a soft movement of flesh against flesh, one hand still resting against his cheek as the other fingered the bottom of his shirt. The hand holding his shirt slowly brought it up, passing over his abdominals and his pectorals where she systematically broke the kiss again to allow the shirt to pass over.
'This is the first and last time' he had told her all those months ago, his conscience telling him that taking advantage of her in her time of need was wrong but was silenced with the feel of her lips on his for the first time. "I guess you can't keep promises." She told him before fixing a smile and pressing her hips into his.
Her lips formed a smirk as she moved down to press burning imprints of her lips into his torso, marking her sin against him and memorializing his sin against her. Her hands reached his jeans, slowly undoing them and sliding them down. Lips met lips again as a sense of déjà vu enfolded him again, yet there was nothing he could do to stop the vicious cycle as his body responded to hers; his lips moved against hers as his treacherous hands moved up the sides of her body to remove her bra and down again to remove her jeans and cup her ass.
Their shoes were long gone along with other various articles of clothing. He lifted his hips in compliance to her demand to remove his pants as both pairs of jeans joined the floor. He kissed down her neck stopping to suck on her clavicle as he switched positions.
Her back now rested against the cushion of the seat, massaging her on the way down. He gently rubbed her legs as he parted them caringly before gently pushing inside. His already uneven gasping rapidly grew more erratic with each thrust inside of her and greatly contracting with her smooth, even breaths. Her fingers lifted and entangled in his locks as her body met his chest-to-chest, her lips locking on the side of his neck and her moans pushing him further to the edge. Slowly she began moving her legs and arms. Fingers, now disentangled from his hair, now stoke his back as she changed position again, her being on top of him. She moved so slowly against him, languidly grinding into him and elongating her pleasure, as well as his torture. He was getting close – she knew it. "I love you," Naruto managed to gasp out as she finally pushed him over the edge with one last push.
"I know." Sakura replied coldly as the cool night air rushed to take her place against his abused body. Her eyes wondered over the brutal masterpiece that lie before her, "Pity I don't like you."
First attempt at a sex scene. It wasn't supposed to be 'hot' or 'sexy', I mean, It's about a person using another person for sex and is supposed to analyze their (not refering to Sakura and Naruto's) relationship. In no way am I saying Sakura is a skank. I respect her as a (fictional) person, and think she is really quite lovely. Tell me how it was, however, if you are just going to say the same thing as the person below you, just don't. I am also implying that something has happened in the past that would cause Sakura to want revenge on Naruto.