A/N: Because I'm that person who misses deadlines and has to enjoy group events on her own.

SasuSaku Month 31 days and 31 prompts

my uploads won't match the day exactly because it's actually Day 7 already but I'm uploading Day 8.

Still, hope it's enjoyable :)

DO NOT OWN NARUTO.


1. Conversation


Pull.

"—so that resident barges in and I'm like—"

Kiss.

"—mmfph she is so not authorized to enter like that—"

Suck.

"—and oh, mmm, she starts complaining about ooh, go lower—"

Nip.

"—I mean, she's beyond competent and all, but—can we flip over?"

Flip.

"—so I wish she would respect me a little more. Like, Ino told me—"

Grind.

"—you know, boob size and height should not determine a person's authority—"

Sigh.

"—I'd want—Sasuke?"

Sakura sat up as her boyfriend suddenly stopped his administrations and pulled away.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

Sasuke ran a hand through his hair. "Sakura, if you're not up for it, just say so."

"What? No! I'm totally up for it!" she hoisted herself onto his lap and straddled his groin. "I'm always up for it. If, you know, you're up for it."

"Sakura," he rolled his eyes as she pecked his cheek.

"Sorry," she laughed. "So what's the problem?"

"Nothing. You just didn't seem really into it."

"What are you talking about? I was really enjoying that, you know."

With a grin Sakura gave his erection a hard grind, but Sasuke looked unconvinced.

"Oh come on. Why would you even think that?" She began to move her hips counterclockwise, slowly and sensually—

Sasuke sighed.

"You were talking."

And she halted her lap dance.

"What?"

"You were talking," he repeated.

"Of course I was talking," she said

"You were talking a lot."

"Am I not allowed to talk during sex?"

"Well—"

"Last time I checked, you liked me talking."

"Screaming."

"So you want a silent fuck?"

"That's not what I mean."

"The need to talk is just as crucial as the need to fuck for people!"

"Sakura—"

"I'm being a normal functioning part of this relationship, unlike you."

"Me?"

"Because you don't talk. We never talk," she said, "We're so busy during the day, and I know you're stressed and you need this, and it's not like I don't think about how much I want you, really badly at work. But we don't get to sit down and have a nice conversation, saying how my day went, how yours went, and all that."

She leaned her forehead against his.

"So you know, since this is what we usually do, I thought maybe we could do both?"

Sasuke frowned, but pushed her back onto the bed and attacked her lips.

"Fine," he said, pulling away, "just keep it to a minimum"

Sakura beamed and kissed back. "Thanks."

He began to work his way down her body again, groping her ass.

"So how much am I allowed to say?" she said, gripping his back. His response was muffled by her skin.

"Can I talk about how Temari's going to visit except that it's a few months?" He grunted as he moved lower, and lower.

"Or can I talk about how—oh fuck, that feels good."

Sasuke smirked between her legs. "That's all you need to say."


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