Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: There is one man the Hokage's wife can't resist... and it's not her husband. Request fic.
Warning: Cheating, PWP.
Don't read if you're under 18 or don't wish to read a story with mature content.
Weak to Temptation
Chapter 1 Part 1
"Ahh, Sakura-chan!" a man groaned, clenching his eyes tightly in bliss as he ground his pelvis into his lover's throbbing passage.
"Uhh! Faster, Naruto!" she whined, desperately moving her hips into his short, hard thrusts, seeking the pleasure that eluded her for the whole night they have spent in a passionate embrace. Her hands grasped at his buttocks, pulling him even closer into her burning core and he responded to her demands, doubling the efforts to please his lady. Just a little more and she knew she would finally...
"Unghh! I'm going to...!" he panted out urgently in her ear, his whole body tensing just a moment before he exploded in a warm release, moaning her name like a prayer.
No! she wanted to cry out in despair, but instead closed her eyes and let out a wanton sounds of utter satisfaction, gyrating her hips and hoping against hope that maybe just a brush of his rapidly softening member against the right place inside her would set off her real pleasure. However, the release slipped out of her grasp once again, just like every other night since their wedding.
"Mmm, I love you, Sakura-chan," her husband whispered and lovingly kissed her cheek, then lazily pulled out of her weeping center and laid himself at her side. The moment his head hit the pillow, he dropped into a deep sleep.
Sakura took in a shaky breath, feeling like she was about to weep herself. Looking at Naruto's peaceful, smiling face as he slept, she swallowed her building tears and silently stood up. She needed to clean herself up before joining him in the slumber. She padded softly to the bathroom and locked the door quietly.
Only now, in the complete privacy of the washroom, the frustration was permitted to surface on her pinched features. The woman sat on the closed toilet lid and spread her legs with a grim expression before licking her index and middle fingers and plunging them into the damp core, intent to finish the job her husband never could seem to do properly. Biting her lip and muffling the moans which slipped past her lips with a spare hand, the woman fingered herself expertly, trying to concentrate on attaining the pleasure as quickly as possible. Stroking and rubbing the sensitive areas, she brought herself to the edge with a practiced ease born from repeating the same ritual almost every night.
Sakura inhaled deeply, the small tremors of her self-inflicted climax subsiding as swiftly as they came, and sluggishly stepped into the shower. The hot, steamy water enveloped her like a safe cocoon and she leaned deliriously against the tiled wall, spent and increasingly numb inside. Only the dull throbbing in her core remained, the embers of desire not fully extinguished. Not by her and decidedly never by Naruto.
Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, overcome by the rising, angry frustration and the subsequent guilt. It wasn't Naruto's fault, she was sure of it. The only one she should blame was herself and her stupid inability to let go of the past, which now became the greatest obstacle on the path to her happiness in this marriage.
She had promised herself to forget all about him. The memories of his eyes, lips, tongue were to be erased and no longer exist for her, replaced by her husband's loving (unsatisfying, whispered the treacherous subconscious) touches. She was desperate not to remember, but for her body it was already too late, as it incessantly craved for the mind-breaking fulfillment only he could truly bring to her.
The golden band on her ring finger glimmered, reminding her of the chains of duty, solemn vows to be kept and upheld for the whole of eternity. Sakura gritted her teeth and forcibly cut off that train of thought. It was too dangerous to think of him, even in the most innocent of ways.
There was only one man she should concern herself with and he was right there, sleeping peacefully in their shared bed.
Sakura stepped out of the shower to take her place at her husband's side, exactly where she belonged. However, her innermost doubts were still hanging there, haunting her dreams throughout the night.
The light she could see from beneath her closed eyelids pointed out that it was already morning. Sakura stretched out luxuriously, reveling in the sensation of the satin sheets caressing her bare skin as she has forwent dressing in a nightgown before going to bed. The woman blindly reached out and patted the other side of mattress. Upon finding it unoccupied and cold, she sighed deeply, putting an arm over her eyes to block the sun. Naruto must have gotten up early to go to work, he was now the Hokage after all, but she had an afternoon shift, so she could stay and lay in for a bit longer.
Due to her moving and rustling around, the cover slipped down, exposing a breast to the lower temperature of air in the room, a nipple instantly hardening. The slight stimulus sent a sharp tingle directly to the woman's core, instantaneously sparking the desire once again, however she stayed still, paralyzed with indecision about whether she should seek out her pleasure or leave the spark alone until it would naturally die out.
In the end, her own body made the choice when her hand inadvertently crept to the peaked breast and squeezed it gently. Sakura sighed as she covered the other mound with a second palm and began teasing her bosom gently, her eyes tightly shut to aid the imagination. In her fantasy, the hands playing with her tender globes weren't slight and dainty – no, they were strong, big and calloused, the rough hands of a rough man who knew what he wanted and he wanted to watch her writhe in undeniable rapture.
Sakura moaned, her ministrations inflaming her core, which throbbed viciously in a growing need. She rubbed her thighs together to relieve the ache between them but only succeeded in stoking the flames higher. The desperate emptiness of her center begged to be filled and she had no choice but to answer its call, a hand trailing down and throwing the cover away from her hot body so it could bury itself in the sweet crevice awaiting down there.
Spreading her legs farther apart and bending them at knees for easier access, the woman lost herself to the fantasy world, letting herself be taken by the imaginary man. The way he touched her was way too reminiscent of someone she had known intimately, however she banished his name before it even entered her mind. Curious fingers rubbed her blooming petals, then parted them like a veil to reveal the precious little jewel, pulsing steadily with blood. She stroked it carefully with her thumb, releasing a long hiss of satisfaction, the nub growing stiff under the tender touch.
Sakura's other hand joined its counterpart, testing the small opening with a single digit, just dipping it in. It came out slick with desire, a proof to her readiness for a deeper stimulation. The woman slipped the index finger inside, barely containing her moans. Her hips bucked up eagerly when she added another digit and rhythmically speared herself, peaked breasts jiggling as she imitated the motions of sex, the man in her fantasy taking her impetuously.
As Sakura climbed higher and higher, nearing her peak, restraining her moaning became downright impossible. She couldn't even remember why she was doing it in the first place, it's not like anybody was home, so she let her passionate sounds escape from her lips freely. Even if she did have an audience, she was already at the point of no return, the race to the much coveted finish her sole focus at the moment.
The writhing woman suddenly tensed in a blinding release, her back coming off the bed in a graceful arch and juices spilling copiously as she moaned loudly, the forbidden name slipping past the open seam of her lips.
"Ahhh, Sasuke!"
Her sweaty body plopped on the mattress, slack like a marionette with its strings cut, only her chest heaving harshly. Sakura opened her eyes slowly and looked thoughtlessly at the whiteness of the ceiling, her mind shaken from the force of the orgasm she's just given herself. She shied away from admitting it even to herself, but it was much better than the one from yesterday night. Was it because she... thought of him?
She put the back of her hand over her forehead tiredly. Why couldn't she just forget all about him? She loved Naruto! Naruto loved her! There was no need for another in this equation!
And yet, he still lingered in her thoughts, his touch still ghosting over her heated skin ever so softly, the memory of the sublime sensation irrevocably imprinted in her body.
"Sasuke..." she sighed his name quietly, the sound meant only for her ears.
"Sakura," a cool voice responded, the familiar timbre resonating through her slight frame and shocking the woman into instant reaction.
Sakura sat up abruptly, arms automatically rising to cover her chest from the owner of the voice, legs closing so quickly a small slap resounded through the bedroom. However, it was already too late for her to try preserving her modesty. Her startled gaze fixed on the man leaning casually against the wall right in front of the bed, which meant he had had a first row seat to the spectacle she had unknowingly put on, the self-pleased smirk he sported solidifying her assumption into real knowledge.
Sasuke's crimson Sharingan deactivated but it only put her more on guard as his dark eyes leisurely slid across her naked form, trembling under the scrutiny. In contrast, he was fully clothed, the ANBU regulation uniform complimenting his already dashing good looks. Feeling vulnerable and even more defensive, Sakura adjusted her position, tucking her legs under herself so that she was kneeling, arms pressed protectively to her chest. Finally, his gaze raised to her face and locked with her own.
Sakura stared, paralyzed under his spell as his smirk widened, causing her insides to tingle with renewed longing, entirely inappropriate in this situation. She inhaled deeply through her nose and gathering herself, opened her mouth hesitantly.
"S-Sasuke... What are you doing here?" she asked, the sound of her own voice helping to calm the wracking trembles. Were they from nervousness or... something else?
"You shouldn't be in my bedroom. You should leave," she told him more confidently, straightening her spine. He looked at her inscrutably, then lazily stepped away from the wall, however instead of leaving he moved closer to the bed, his hands deftly unstrapping his chest armour, which afterwards landed on the floor with a thunk, the arm guards soon following in its wake.
Her throat suddenly parched, Sakura couldn't take her eyes away from the man who, still composed as if he wasn't stripping in front of another's wife, took a hold of the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing his impressive, scar-ridden upper body. The tingle in her core turned into a raging inferno and she felt a wave of fresh juices seep from her entrance as he gave her a measuring look and stalked predatorily to the bed.
"Sa-Sasuke, s-stop it... please, go away..." Sakura was nearly panicking when he kicked off the sandals and put one knee on the mattress, making it dip under his weight.
She stilled completely, watching him climb onto the bed and reach out to cup her cheek softly, her heartbeat racing due to the man's proximity. She was afraid to even breath too deeply so as not to catch his scent, remembering all too well how it affected her.
"From what I've heard, you don't really want me to go," he said lowly, maintaining the eye contact. His hand dropped from her cheek to the shoulder and trailed up and down the forearm. Sakura released a startled gasp, flushing even more at the provocative touch. "After all, you moaned my name so sweetly," he chuckled, a hint of masculine pride showing at how easily he got a reaction from her.
He was pushing her into starting this... tryst... all over again, she knew it on an intellectual level, but damn him to hell, it was working. Her body burned in unquenchable need, his mere touch sending her senses into overdrive and preventing her from proper thinking. She gulped, grasping at what she had left of reason.
"N-no! You're mistaken!... I love Naruto, I don't want you here! Just... go away," she rebuked him bravely, inwardly shaking as she went directly against her every instinct.
Something dangerous flashed through his eyes briefly at the mention of Naruto. Sasuke hummed and brushed a stray lock of pink hair behind her ear, eliciting another breathy gasp and tremble from the woman.
"Kiss me and say it again, then I'll believe you," he challenged her claim.
She was stupefied.
Kiss... Sasuke...
Her gaze rested on his smirking lips, the recollections of their past kisses going through her head with lightning speed. Would she be able to stop herself from jumping him after this? She somehow doubted it.
Sakura swallowed.
She had no choice.
"Alright," she whispered, leaning closer, entranced. Her lips brushed against his for a split second and she moved to quickly back away, but he prevented it by snagging the back of her head and keeping her in place, their breaths mingling.
"What was that?" There was a clear amusement in his tone. "Did you forget how to kiss? Should I give you a reminder?"
"No," she uttered right away. If he kissed her... she would lose it and do things she would regret later on.
Once again, Sakura brought her lips onto his, apprehensive of the rising passion but unable to control it. However, he seemed content to leave the initiative entirely in her hands while his palms only stroked her nape, pressing small circles into the skin just below the hairline. It had a calming effect on Sakura, who concentrated more on the kiss, tilting her head to the side, her tongue tapping on his bottom lip to gain entrance. A small moan inadvertently slipped from her mouth when he easily gave in and let her explore his mouth. Forgetting about the modesty, she braced herself on his shoulders, but her naked chest brushing against his pectorals made her aware of this mistake.
Sakura recoiled, breaking their connection, her green eyes wide open with a strange mix of desire and shame as her arms wound themselves around her torso much tighter than earlier. His intoxicating flavour was prevalent on her tongue, reminding her just how much she had been unknowingly missing it. She felt fevered and so impossibly turned on, she was sure her love juices were forming a small puddle on the mattress directly beneath her drooling core, yet she stubbornly held on what sanity remained.
"G-go... a-away..." she whispered waveringly.
Sasuke just licked his lips as if to gather the remains of her taste. He seemed entirely unbothered by the rejection which surprisingly hurt her, though she didn't let it show.
"If that's what you want," he shrugged nonchalantly, then unexpectedly pried one of her hands off her chest and brought it to his lips. He licked around the index and middle finger, cleaning them up and she realized with a sudden mortification that she had had them buried in her snatch not a long time ago. A hot wave of arousal passed through her when he demonstratively sucked on the digits, never taking his eyes off her flushed face.
Sasuke released her fingers and unhurriedly got off the bed. She looked after him, dazed and panting, her eyes glazed with lust she wasn't quite suppressing now.
"Well, looks like I'm not needed here. But I'm sure you can wait to the evening so Naruto will happily fuck you into oblivion," he said sardonically, giving her his back as he bent to pick up the shirt he had discarded.