A/N: Hello!
Ok, it took me a long time to write this because it was the first time writing these kind of scenes.
So, please, be gentle! It's my first smut piece.
I hope you guys like it! ~ Happy reading :)
Disclaimer: Mature content ahead, proceed at your own risk.
"You're not the only one with clone tricks, Sakura"
The timbre of his voice alone made her shiver and she cursed under her breath for letting it show how affected she was. Her voice was barely a whisper "What are you doing here, Sasuke?"
"You played me." He stated accusingly. "After that stunt, you owe me at least a rematch." If he had waited one more minute, he was sure that he wouldn't need to ask her that. Moving his eyes along her figure, he could see how she had removed her dress completely and didn't bother to put anything back — not even her underwear.
If he moved two fingers forward, he could probably unclasp her lacy bra in less than two seconds. He trailed down her exposed body, and he had his eyes fixed at her curvaceous ass, paying attention to the telltale of a faint bikini mark when she spun abruptly. "Rematch?" she squeaked.
He didn't care to look her in the eyes right away, and only when she cleared her throat that he snapped his head up.
Her eyes were frantically searching something that he couldn't name, but he hoped to Kami that she could find. The heaving of her chest was distracting, and the only thing not making him break eye contact was the intensity of her darkened hooded eyes.
"It's time we talk, Sakura."
A million and one things crossed her mind at once. She realized then that he wasn't talking about the game anymore. There's this invisible line between them that they seemed to be crossing often; where accidental touches became regular and stolen glances happened freely and frequently. And don't get me started on the tension — there was clearly mutual attraction here.
Until now, she hasn't allowed herself to name this, because even thinking could turn the unknown into hope and that was something she couldn't afford doing — or she didn't want to.
For the lack of response, he added "Don't you think?"
He took a step towards her, and she took two steps back. Repeating the motion without breaking eye contact, he stopped when there was less than a foot between them.
Beautiful.
Her cheeks were flushed a light dust of pink that could be a close match to the halo radiating around her hair. The moonlight was bathing her, brightening the pale green of her eyes and giving her skin an ethereal glow that made her seem unreal.
Her slender neck and exposed collarbone were inviting him, as much as her cladded breasts, tiny toned waist and round hips. Her legs were impossibly long, and his hands twitched to the thinking of touching them.
When he looked up again, she had captured her bottom lip between her teeth. And Kami, Sasuke had never seem something so captivating.
So fucking beautiful.
Unconsciously, he reached out and run a finger along the hostage lip, freeing it in the process. Before he could back out, she licked her lips, running her tongue over the bottom one and his finger. The action alone was enough to shatter his self-control and rational thinking.
One second he was looking at her lips, the other he had her pressed to the wall.
One hand went up to tangle in her hair — because secretly, he always wanted to feel the silkiness of her locks — while the other was securely holding her bare hip — the clothes she was holding, long forgotten by their feet.
Her eyes widened a fraction and moved to his mouth and then back to lock with his eyes. When she parted her lips to question what that hell was he doing, he took it as an opportunity to close the space between them.
When their lips met for the first time, and they moved surprisingly in sync – with mutual desperation – he waited a millisecond for the so called fireworks or butterflies. He never believed in them, but the Dobe wouldn't shut up about it.
As the kiss lingered, he believed he never got them — but whatever this was, whatever he was feeling, it was better than the theory of a childish remark involving fairytale soulmates or star-crossed lovers.
He was lost on her shape, mesmerized by her softness, drowned in her flavor. He took his time to learn them all — all while the blossom melt under him. His ears were furiously pounding — as fast as the drum inside his ribcage — and he almost missed the needy whimper that escaped from her swollen kissed lips.
His blood was liquid fire — and Sasuke was burning, consumed by this passion. He understood then why it's said that the Uchiha breathe fire — and it has nothing to do with the family jutsu.
With this new found euphoria, he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue along her bottom lip — asking for entrance. Dazedly, she complied and opened up for him.
When their tongues touched, they couldn't deny the explosion that they felt behind closed lids.
In a battle for dominance, Sakura grabbed a fistful of raven locks, tugging tightly and pressing him to her, while he had cupped her cheeks angling her for better access. They only parted when air was clearly needed. Their foreheads were touching and their breaths mingling, and he could swear there were black spots dancing around them.
As if it was a crime to not touch her now, he moved to her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on the way to her pulse. Naturally, Sakura found her way around his shoulders, one hand still holding the feathery locks. When he found her sweet spot — between her earlobe and neck — she moaned loudly, scratching the nape of his neck instinctively. A low groan vibrated against her throat in response.
When he noticed that their pants were not so erratic, and they were more composed, he questioned her lowly. And if they weren't alone and so close, she would have missed it. "What was that earlier?"
"What?" Her mind couldn't process anything but instinctive passion at the moment.
He nuzzled her hair and held her hips possessively. He wasn't as drunk as before, and normally he would be irritated that he had to explain — so annoying — but he wouldn't move and break their spell, even though he could explain everything with his eyes.
"That little show." He pressed his aristocratic nose to the column of her neck pushing it towards the direction of the dinner table.
His tone was inquisitive and a little curious, but the way he held her was screaming "mine-mine-mine". She took a moment to consider if this Sasuke, one that was stripped from his hard walls — one that was honest with himself — if this Sasuke could not only feel something towards her, but also feel entitled to her exclusively. And Sasuke didn't like to share what was his. Was he jealous?
"Are you jealous?" she blurted out.
He stilled for a second and snorted, losing his death grip on her rips — which surely would be bruised in the morning. He started to move his hands lazily up and down her sides, tingling her skin in its wake. He nipped her earlobe and pretended she didn't just ask him that.
Yeah, that wouldn't do. She couldn't associate him with something that could be considered a weakness — stupid Uchiha pride. She slowly moved one hand from his shoulder, caressing his arm with little lazy circles — stealing a move from his books. "Okay, you're not.." She found herself saying while her hand snaked underneath his shirt. She felt him trying to fight a shiver when her fingers grazed the underline of his pants and hiked up his sides. With a sugar coated voice, she pouted and said "..but you're mad at me."
"Mad?" He snapped his head up, looking her in the eyes and showing her just how much she annoyed him. His eyes were a fiery storm, a mix of desire, lust and longing, and she took everything in with a sharp intake of air. "I'm furious!" He said while placing both hands forcefully on the wall, one each side of her head.
How dare she take her clothes off in front of other people? Seductively? How dare she make him feel all these things? How dare she..
The warmth radiating from him was her catalyst; she couldn't take it anymore. She was burning — burning for him. The room was quiet and the only sounds that could be heard were their uneven breathing. Her eyes were heavy and clouded, mirroring the storm on his.
"Shut up and kiss me already." She whispered.
And he didn't need to be told twice. In a rush, they met halfway, hands roaming their bodies in a frenzy — eagerly exploring each inch of exposed skin. Her muscles tensed when he moved from her sides to her stomach — stopping to tease her navel — then turning around her waist and up her back.
His lips brushed against hers desperately, almost bruising. Her touch — lingering and igniting — was the most addictive thing he had experienced and he was hooked already. And he couldn't stop thinking why they haven't done this before.
She tugged the hem of his shirt, and he tossed it behind him in one swift movement. Sakura was drunk — not the alcohol type anymore — she was drunk with desire and anticipation. She explored the dips and expanses of his carved chest and stomach; the muscles rippled, and his skin prickled following her hasty yet tender touch.
Sasuke found the clasp of her bra and undid it faster than she would. He slid the straps, discarding the offended piece somewhere behind him. Placing his hands on the underlines of her breasts, he broke the kiss to take her in.
For Sakura, this was a part of her that usually caused some discomfort. She wasn't flat as everybody thought, she just didn't like to wear revealing clothes. She was a kunoichi and she favored the practical and comfortable.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes to watch his reaction and braced herself — because even though she knew she was beautiful, she couldn't avoid the thought that maybe he would think she was lacking. And she hated that she was even considering this—
As he could read her mind, he covered both breasts with his hands and kneaded them. The perky mounds were made for his hands, that he was certain. He brushed past her nipples, and she arched to his touch — eyes closed, moaning softly. She was— Grunting softly, he let out a barely-there whisper "..perfect."
Her rose nipples were hard in an instant, and he lowered himself to capture one tip between his lips, tugging it softly. She quivered beneath his touch — she was so responsive — and he wanted to feel her body reacting again, he wanted to hear her little moans.
She gasped at the unexpected warmth and moved her hand to tug his dark hair. When she opened her eyes, she almost came undone at the sight — the erotic scene of Sasuke cradled between her breasts, ravishing her and tugging a nipple between his teeth was too much — she whimpered and rolled her hips.
Sasuke let out a groan of approval, while latching onto the other breast. She repeated the motion, feeling him hard against her core. His hand left one breast only to hold her hips and press against her.
He freed her nipple with a loud 'pop' when Sakura started teasing his waistband line, dipping one finger in and out. He grabbed her wrist and brought it over her head, pinning it in place.
Wrapping the fingers of his other hand around the back of her knee, he hoisted her leg around his waist. Holding her thigh, he grounded his hips. She used her free hand to cover her mouth, trying to hold these sounds she didn't even know she could make.
He looked up; the disapproval was clear on his features — he wanted to hear her for Kami-sake! But when she uncovered her mouth, her eyes carried more than just desire and a storm of feelings.
They were questioning him unintentionally — and before she could overthink and turn this into something it's not — he gave her an answer for an unspoken question. He could only hope that this was what she wanted — and he answered the best way he knew how.
Because, after all, he could only show her — assure her that this wasn't just a game anymore. This wasn't a match. So, he captured her lips again, and poured everything he was feeling and some more into a searing kiss. Because he was never a man of words, he showed her just how much he cherished this moment — and her. How much he craved and how much he cared.
The kiss wasn't slow — because he would never be able to restrain himself that much with her — but it was sweet, it was desperate and full of unspoken promises. And when a single tear escaped her eye, running from her cheek to their joined lips, he ceased the kiss. Tugging her lower lip once, he rested his forehead against hers.
Sakura cupped his cheek and grazed her thumb over it a few times, to get his attention. With her eyes she told him that she understood, and she wasn't going anywhere either. She smiled, a full bright grin, and he couldn't help but name it his — because it was the same that she gave him, several times, a long time ago. By reflex Sasuke lift a corner of his lips, responding with a tiny and soft smirk.
She was sure she could float if he wasn't holding her — this rollercoaster of events was making her dizzy and she could feel her eyelids heavier. Sakura wanted him, no more games, just him and her. Sasuke and Sakura.
She moved first this time, trailing kisses along his jaw line. Her breath hitched when his hand trailed her stomach teasingly. She never got the chance to put her panties back, and just now she noticed she was fully naked.
He continued his path downwards, finding the thin trail of soft curls that guided him to her core. Unexpectedly, he cupped her possessively, pressing the heel of his palm against her womanhood.
Sakura shivered, whimpering at the contact. He slid his finger between her lips and found her more than ready. Nuzzling her neck and nipping it playfully, he whispered "You're so wet."
And she moaned his name and bucked towards his fingers. This was his undoing — his name on her lips. In one second, he had her in his arms. In another he had tossed her, not so gently, on her couch.
Sakura landed on her back, and quickly brought her knees up her stomach, crossing her ankles forcefully in front of her bared parts.
Sasuke was kneeling by her feet, and he reached to untangle her legs — he wasn't having any of this shyness bullshit, they were passed that. He tugged her ankles unsuccessfully and cursed her inhuman strength. "Quit it, Sakura."
Her chest was heaving, and her lips were parted, she was still recovering from his tease. She was so hot like this — with her pink hair splayed around the pillow and the perspiration of her skin made her look ethereal. So beautiful.
She arched a brow in response. And she didn't expect to get anything in return really, but he surprised her again.
"I want to see you." When her eyes softened, he continued "..all of you."
The raw emotion of that three others alone was palpable. And then she understood, he wasn't just asking permission to see her body. He was telling her that he wanted all of her. He wanted to see the true Sakura; the one that smiled brightly and called him Sasuke-kun, the one that was brave and strong and that could punch gods, and the one that could shine through his darkness and guide him to a path full of love. Damn him — he could say half-dozen words and mean the world.
She trembled at the realization and withdraw her strength, unclasping her legs slowly. Still bashfully, she opened up for him, planting her feet on each side of his knees and waited.
Sasuke had seen naked women before, he was no prude — but this was the first time he was close enough to touch. He leaned down, placing a flat hand on her stomach, pinning her in place, and hovering a few inches above her. The thin trail of pink curls was a tease, he knew now. She was mostly bare, and he could perfectly see how wet she was for him. Eagerly, he parted her folds with two fingers, and explored her.
Sakura arched to his touch, almost lifting off the couch completely. And when he pressed a small circle on her little bundle, she cried out, her mouth parting and forming a little 'oh'. If she kept doing this, he wouldn't be able to take anymore. With another finger, he teased her entrance and she sit up at that panting heavily.
When his digit entered her, she gasped, and he cursed under his breath. She was too tight, too hot, too—
"Sasuke-kun, now!." And thank Kami he wasn't the only one desperate.
Nodding silently, he discarded his pants and boxers in one go. When he kneeled before her, she unconsciously licked her lips, eyes wide and thirsty, she reached for him.
Groaning in frustration, Sasuke swatted her hand and leaned further. "No more games, not now."
She understood; like her, he was ready to explode. They had prolonged it too much, for something that had slowly started after dinner — or even longer than that. They couldn't play any more games now.
Retreating, she balanced herself on her elbows while he positioned at her entrance. He pushed all the way in, burying himself inside of her up to the hilt. He took a minute to savor her walls adapting to him
Fuck.
When he looked down at her, he cursed under his breath. Brows furrowed; eyes shut closed while biting her lower lip. If Sasuke didn't know her, he would have probably missed the way she was trying to hide her pained expression. He was an idiot. He never thought she would have waited—
"I'm sorry." He balanced himself on one elbow, while the other arm was pushing him away. "Should we stop? We can stop— "
She shook her head and extended her hands to hold onto his shoulders. "I'm okay." She wasn't so convincing, but she didn't want to stop this. "Please, don't stop."
Seeing that she wanted — needed — this as much as him, he embraced her waist, snaking a hand around her to bring her closer. He resumed a slow pace that was leaving breathless.
When she felt more comfortable, she captured his lips and moved her hips, humming when the movement allowed him to go deeper inside her. That earned her a low groan that caused tingles down her spine.
The slow pace that melt them at first was becoming torture, pure agonizing torture. The combination of their kiss, their bodies touching and pressing against each other, and the burning heat of each deep leisurely thrust were intensely pushing them over the edge. And he just wanted to pound into her and—
He picked up the pace at the thought, growing bolder and confident once her expression had morphed into one of pleasure — confirmed by her mewls and whimpers. Moving a free hand to her hip, he used it to tilt her angle, and he got in even deeper.
Her walls clamped tighter around him, and he cursed when she moved to assault his neck. She was leaving red angry marks on his back; the mix of pleasure and pain was unbearable. He bit her shoulder, removing himself of her and pushing roughly back inside.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she clutched to his shoulders for dear life — trying to find any means of purchase.
"Don't." He said through gritted teeth and locking their eyes.
She moaned a "Hun?" and Sasuke thought that that should be illegal.
With another hard thrust, he got her attention and tried again. "Don't—forget how strong you're, woman" his voice was restrained, pained, but still amused.
Sakura gasped a "Sorry" and applied a layer of green soothing chakra to the almost-crushed area.
He hissed in relief and bent down to capture a nipple with his teeth, her hands finding raven locks automatically. She moaned with abandon now, savoring each and every new sensation.
He cupped one ass cheek, hurrying the deep strokes, reaching the perfect spot inside her. They wouldn't last, she could feel the coil tighten in her lower abdomen with each thrust — and she knew he was close too.
Thinking fast, she cradled him and rolled them in a swift movement. For his surprise, they landed on her precious rug, Sasuke on his back and Sakura on top of him.
Not wasting any second — because she couldn't stand the empty feeling — she lifted herself up and sat down, impaling herself on him. This time both of them cried out.
His hands moved naturally to hold her thighs, sliding to her ass and back in a thirsty routine. She moved slow at first, learning the pace. But when she placed her hands on his chest and rolled her hips, tearing up a guttural sound off the raven-haired nin, she couldn't stop.
She rode him hard and fast, with clear abandonment, crying out his name like a mantra. They were ablaze, simmering their skin upon contact. Around them, the air was crackling — electrifying — creating a state of euphoria for them.
Sasuke leveraged himself with an arm and sat up, keeping Sakura on his lap. She cupped his cheek, inclining him towards her lips. And he embraced her, holding tight, the feeling of her bare breasts pressed on his chest was pure bliss.
Still holding her, he used on hand to help her movements, that were sharp but uneven now that they were so close. He bucked up meeting her halfway.
When he thrusted his tongue inside her mouth — swallowing a moan — the coil pressing tight inside her sprang free and her eyes shut close. She shivered and her mouth opened in a silent scream, brows furrowed in concentration. And she shattered, crying out a broken "Sas-su-ke-kun."
"Shit." She was gripping him like a vice. Her walls fluttering and squeezing him while he helped her ride out the last waves of her climax. It was an excruciating pleasure that made him grit his teeth.
And the delicious sight of Sakura Haruno — so hot and luscious, so fucking beautiful — pushed the tightness on his lower abdomen to burst. He came with strangled gasps against her throat and her name on his lips — after several shallow strokes, he was spent.
Waking from his stupor, Sasuke laid down bringing her on top of him, moving an arm around her waist possessively.
Sakura sighed against his skin; the contentment clear as she circled his chest lazily with her finger. He closed his eyes and moved one hand to play with the strands of her hair. It seemed that they stayed like that for hours, the silence binding that moment to their memories for eternity.
It wasn't surprising that she was the first to break the quietness surrounding them. "So," she started, inclining her head up to look him in the eyes. "..no clone tricks?"
He snorted. "I could ask you the same."
She huffed, bringing a hand up in exasperation. "It's not like there was time.." she trailed off, dropping her hand down, smacking him playfully.
"Hn." It was true, they couldn't prolong this any further. It was also a miracle that they last that much, not that he was going to admit that.
Still, feeling smug after everything, he let her in a little secret. "I'm not ready to share you—"
Sakura raised a single manicured brow, smirking at the confession, and he completed: ".. yet."
At that, she stilled, blinking once — twice. Then, she raised both brows in surprise and broke in a conceited grin.
"Tch." He pressed her closer and nudged her nose, stealing a kiss after a bit.
And when she arched to him, deepening the kiss and humming willingly, he thought that he could kiss Sakura Haruno forever, and he would never get his fill.
Then he decided: he wouldn't waste more time. No more games, no more walls.
A/N: Phew! *blushes*
I thought of several ways to finish the second part. At first, I wanted to explore some wild possibilities, but since it was clearly the first time they were getting together, it didn't seem natural. And in the end, because I'm a hopeless romantic, this is what I was able to create.
Let me know what you think!
Thank you :)
