Author's Note: I have been guilty of saying I don't like Anime/ Manga, but I found their pairing to be quite intriguing on some profiles I read, plus I didn't know what characters to use so I just used their names for this vision I had.
Rated mature for a few bad weirds (lookes down shamefully) and suggestivness, not graghic at all though.
A week.
A fucking week.
And he was going through withdrawl symptons.
Shaky breaths.
Heart races.
He needed his drug.
He needed her now.
Sakura sighed as she laid in their bed. Or his bed. Who's ever it was it was fucking huge and she missed his
presense there.
Wrapping his strong arms around her
Kissing her on the forehead then, the nose, then the lips.
She jumped alittle when she heard the knock.
"Sasuke."
"What do you want?"
He just smirked she wondered why, then then she followed his gaze and realized she was wearing his
shirt.
She couldn't help it, it smelt so good.
"I missed my girlfriend is what."
"No. " She said to him turning back, "I'm not your girlfriend."
"You're right, you're not."
She looked at him in surprise, questioning him.
"You're my wife." He brought his hands from his behind back. He opened the box and there appeared
not a diamond, a freakin rock.
"Sasuke, no."
"Baby." He called to her. "Marry me. Please. I need you."
She shook her head.
"Marry me." He said then kissed her roughly, passionately,
"Ugh, no." She murmmed her continued kissing her. Going down her throat in between her breast, down
her stomache, murmming "Marry me," along the way she contined saying no, but her morale lossened as
her mind fogged up with desire, and what she needed.
He was down his knees. "Marry me!" His hands gribbd her hips, he groaned it into his head where she
needed him most. As he said it he grabbed her from behind and pushed her closer to him.
She shook her head, her whoe body shoke. "No," she let out shakely.
He reached and tugged her underwear down, then before she knew it his mouth was attched on, she
couldn't see straight and her knees buckled.
"Marry me!" He yelled through it.
She grabbed his hair. "Yes! Yes, yes! Don't stop! I'm your's!"
Authour's Note: Idk if it's just me, but I really like the idea of a man doing this, I guess because woman are ususlly seen as the person shoving down the marriage idea the man's throat.
But yeah rate and comment, tell me your thoughts. 8)
