So this was originally meant to be a oneshot, but now it's at least a twoshot. I may turn this into an anthology, who knows. This chapter was spawned from a prompt by Meemy-Chan who wanted to see a jealous Sasuke, because who doesn't love that? I was going to make this super angsty originally, but then I went for something lighter; Reborn is getting angsty enough as it is. I apologize for any grammatical errors but I wanted to get this up before I got slammed at work. Read, Review, Enjoy xo
"Sasuke-kun," she gasps before she's even opened her eyes. Slowly, everything begins to come in as the numbness of sleep leaves her. His fingers are between her thighs, caressing her clit, dipping between her folds after every stroke. Sasuke's breath is hot against her ear and his erection hard against her lower back. She moans as he begins pumping in and out of her with two fingers. His pace is torturously slow, so much so that she begins bucking her hips into his hand. Sakura twists her head ever so slightly to peer at Sasuke. His eyes are alight with a heady desire and his face is set with a soft determination. A light sheen of sweat coats his forehead; he must have just arrived. His other arm tightens around her waist, pulling her butt flush against his cock. She reaches her arm up to slip in his hair as another moan is ripped from her. She pants harshly, "I like this kind of wake up call."
Sasuke smirks and turns his head to kiss her wrist. He quickens his pace until she's arcing and calling his name. He doesn't want her to come yet, though. He wants to feel her orgasm as she tightens around him and coats his thickness in her juices.
He nudges her legs apart to slip his knee between them. His fingers pull out of her and she whimpers at the loss. Then he grips himself and pushes his cock into her tight passage. She cries out, twisting her fingers in his soft locks. He grunts roughly as he sets a slow pace, but he can already feel how close she is so it doesn't last long. He quickens his hips and keeps his fingers attentive to her aching clit. She tightens her grasp on his hair and gives a shrill cry. It echoes off the walls of her bedroom as she comes for him. Only me, he thinks, not stuttering in his pace until he's sure the aftershocks of her orgasm have abated.
Slipping out of her sodden heat, Sasuke begins to situate her lithe body until Sakura is laying on her stomach. She reaches for the pillows, clutching them tightly with her fingers, in anticipation of what is soon to follow. She closes her eyes as Sasuke pulls her up by the hips and widens her stance. She can feel the hard press of his thighs against hers and the rigid throb of his member teasing her entrance.
"Sakura, tell me how you want it," his breath comes in hot against her ear, his words an effective intoxication. He wants to take her in every way possible, but it's been so long and he's not sure when they'll be able to do this again. He wants to make sure she gets everything she wants tonight.
"Sasuke-kun, I want you," she pushes back against him and he slips just a fraction inside of her. Sasuke hisses sharply at the way Sakura tightens to keep him from pulling out. He pushes into her slowly, until he's buried to the hilt. He marvels at the way her body responds to him. It always feels as though they were made for each other. For a man that's lost anything he's ever cared for, everything he's ever had, it is a welcome sentiment to be with her.
"How?" his fingers brush against the still pulsating bundle of nerves above her passage. He pulls his hips back and pushes in slowly, letting her feel how deliciously hard she makes him, "Slowly? Should I make love to you? I can fuck you deep and long," his teeth dig into her shoulder and she whimpers as he rocks into her softly, "Or hard and rough. Should I make you scream?"
"Yes, Sasuke-kun," her cheeks flare as a tremor of desire runs through her. She's never been so bold in the bedroom despite her demeanor outside of it, but she's found that she loves how outspoken he is. His filthy words send a rush of hunger straight to her core. Tonight especially, he seems to be set off by something; a desire to lay claim upon her.
"Yes, what?" his question is punctuated with a sharp thrust the force of which would have jolted her forward if he didn't have a tight hold on her waist. Her moan is muffled by the pillow. He circles his hips, keeping the same depth inside of her, massaging her walls.
"I want you to fuck me," her voice is quiet but heavy with the remnants of her release.
"Should I fuck you so hard that you won't be able to leave this bed?" his teeth tug on her earlobe as his hips continue with a leisurely rhythm. She gives a low moan and tightens her abdomen causing her walls to squeeze him in further. Sasuke groans and stills, his fingers gripping firm enough to leave marks. Fucking themselves into incapacity doesn't seem like such a bad idea, Sasuke thinks, especially given their schedules as of late. Sakura constantly has late nights at the hospital and Sasuke is almost always required for early mornings with the Hokage. Or vice versa.
It always worked out that the only time spent together happened to be when they were asleep. Rarely, Sakura would stay the night at the hospital because it would be pointless to leave and have to return in a few short hours. Mostly though, Sakura would stay at her apartment, because it was closer. For that reason, she'd given Sasuke a key if ever he wanted to spend the night with her. And of course he did, he always did. Tonight was one such occasion where Sasuke had been lying in bed, by himself, and unable to sleep. It was the wee hours of the morning when he stepped quietly through her door and proceeded upstairs, pleased to find that she was already home. He couldn't shake the unsettling feeling from what he'd witnessed earlier. Only the repose of her arms around him, the cry of his name from her lips would calm him.
"Yes," Sakura twists her neck to peer at him with greedy jade eyes, "I want you to fuck me until I can't think. I just want to feel you inside me, Sasuke-kun. Kami, it's been so long. I need you!"
He grit his teeth and fives a hard thrust, reveling in her shocked cry. Fuck, she feels perfect; so wet and warm around him. Keeping a hand at her waist he curls his other fingers around the headboard of her bed and began plunging into her at a determined speed. The wood bangs against the wall with each snap of his hips, but it can hardly be heard over his hoarse grunts and her unbidden exclamations. For a moment Sakura thinks of her poor neighbors - this is why she prefers their escapades to be carried out at the Uchiha Compound - but his merciless cock drives the thoughts away.
"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth, "I missed you, Sakura. I missed this," his hand leaves her hip to tilt her chin so their lips can meet, "I like it when you scream my name," he spurs his pace on and Sakura fights to catch a breath, "I love making you come."
"Sasuke-kun!" her pleasure mounts to a tipping point and she squeezes her muscles as she comes for the second time tonight. Sasuke is torn: he could give a few more rough thrusts and follow her to release, or he could prolong their pleasure, spend all night with her. He slows his hips as she pants beneath him and releases the headboard. Pulling out of Sakura, he decides it's just been too long since he's been able to take her like this. She rolls over to face him, letting Sasuke see that she still craves this just as much as he does.
"I went to the hospital today, Sakura," his fingers slip along her swollen sex.
"Did you?" her voice is breathless, "I didn't - ah - see you."
"Tsunade informed me you were too busy for visitors," he bites out, pressing his thumb against her clit. She moans and grips the sheets beside her. With the irritation from earlier coalescing with the throbbing ache in his member, he growls, "But I saw you in one of the rooms as I was leaving."
"Yes?" Sakura bucks into his hand, desperate for his fingers to slide into her. She just needs to be filled by him again.
"You were talking to someone," he complies with her body's actions and slips a finger inside of her. He feels his cock twitch, yearning to be buried in her tight cunt once more.
"Yamato-san?" she recalls vaguely, panting heavily, thinking that she spoke to many people throughout her shift today. He shoves another finger inside her and she tosses her head back with a moan. Her eyes flutter shut.
"Look at me," Sasuke commands, his voice dark with want and something far more dangerous. Sakura's eyes snap open, connecting with his and he curls his knuckles, stroking that erogenous spot inside her that stimulates her beyond all reason, "I don't care about his name. You smiled at something he said and he took that as an invitation to touch you. I don't appreciate people touching what's mine."
"Sasuke-kun!" she yelps when his fingers sped up, "We - ahn - just hugged."
A storm brews in his obsidian eyes as he watches how she struggles to keep her gaze on him. She bites her lip and lifts her hips into his hand again. She can feel it, she's almost there. That blinding heat threatens to swallow her.
"It wasn't just a hug to him," he protests, pulling his fingers away. Sakura whines, releasing her sheets. She reaches for his arms to pull him down on top of her, but he catches her hands instead, lacing their fingers together. He steps back and lowers his mouth to her soaked nub. Sasuke sucks the nerves harshly, careful not to detach their gazes, and watches as she writhes in pleasure. He pulls away and draws the flat of his tongue along her slit, "I'm surprised you didn't see the way he looked at you."
"What w-way?" Sakura fights against the urge to shut her eyes and revel in the pleasure he brings upon her.
"He looked at you like he couldn't wait to get you in bed," he dipped his tongue inside her and pulled it away just as quickly. He remembered the way the male doctor had stared at Sakura well. The man's eyes were gratuitous in their travel, raking over her swells and curves. Sakura's medical coat did nothing to hide her breathtaking form, "I know because I've looked at you the same way."
"I - ha - I like it when you look at me like that," she gasps, hoping to steer him away from this upsetting topic. His fingers spread her rosy lips, his tongue taking another swipe over her clit before his teeth dig in lightly. She squeals at the sensation and prods her fingers into his hands. Ignoring her words, Sasuke proceeds,
"He was wondering what you feel like," his words become emphasized when Sasuke slips his fingers inside her again. Suddenly she's at the brink once more but he slows, denying her satisfaction, "And what you taste like."
But he knows. Sasuke knows that she feels like paradise; like a warm day with cool rain. To him, she tastes like a perfectly ripe tomato - no, better than that. His tongue continues the sweet torment of her nub, pressing just so but not enough at the same time. He wrenches moan after moan from her parted lips, until,
"Sasuke-kun, I want you inside me," she pleads, raking her fingers through her hair in frustration.
"Why me and not him?" he stops suddenly and she feels herself fall just short of gratification.
"What?" she takes shuddering breaths, glaring at him.
"Why do you want me and not him?" Sasuke crawls up the bed until his large frame covers her body completely. Sakura wraps her legs around his waist, urging him closer. She trails her hand along his bare chest down to the light smattering of hair at his abdomen. Taking his turgid length in her warm palm, he utters a pleasured groan as she strokes his shaft.
"How can you ask me that, Sasuke-kun?" her voice comes out soft, without accusation.
"I saw the way he looked at you," Sasuke growls. Sakura tries to contain a smirk as she squeezes his tip. Her thumb swipes over him and, abruptly, she pulls her hand away. Bringing it up to her lips, he sees that she's come away with the pearlescent fluid of his arousal. Sasuke watches with a covetous gaze as her tongue darts out to clean it away. Her half-lidded eyes beckon him, pleading to give her what he knows he's denied her. She's not the only one close to their breaking point, though. The steady thrum of desire along his member is a constant torture. He has to settle this first, though "He's not the only one that looks at you like that. It seems like every man in Konoha wants you."
"Sasuke-kun," she starts, but realizes she doesn't know what to say.
"I've heard them talk about you, too. The men you've treated," he swallows harshly, a bitter frown on his face, "They talk about wanting to have sex with you on the gurneys and in your office."
Sakura cocks an eyebrow. Her office? How absurd. Sasuke's head dips down to capture her lips, the heat of his lust searing into her skin.
"I know that doctor today was thinking the same thing," his thumb runs over her bottom lip. She kisses his finger and he shudders, feeling his sack tighten, "They want to know what it would be to take you like this, to have you grace their beds."
"But they'll never know," she lets a coy smile spread over her face and lifts her hips to rub her damp core against Sasuke's tip.
"No," Sasuke pushes his head inside her soaked heat, "Because you're mine."
He shoves the rest of the way into her and she cries at the welcome intrusion. The blunt tip of his penis reaches deep within her, his thick circumference stretching her to the point that it's almost painful. He reaches his thumb between them to circle her clit, pulling her towards oblivion. She was not that far off to begin with, not with his previous ministrations.
"Sasuke-kun! I'm gonna come!"
"Tell me that you belong to me, Sakura," his guttural tone gives way to explicit urgency. She squeezes him so tightly that he has to slow down just to hold off enough to hear her admittance. She moans and thrusts into his hips, but to no avail. He keeps himself at a shallow depth.
"Yes, I'm yours, Sasuke-kun! They don't mean anything to me. I don't just want you, I need you," she keens, grasping at his shoulders, "Please make me come! You're the only one for me, please - "
Sakura's words drown in her shrill call of release as he thrusts roughly into her pliant body and pinches her sensitized clit. Sasuke's head drops to her shoulder, breathing heavily, groaning as his orgasm nears. He loses himself in the caress of her walls, her heat that envelops him and - her eyes, her wide green eyes. Her hands reach up to cup his face, claiming his lips with hers. She surges her hips forward and whispers,
"Come for me, Sasuke-kun," a quiet plea that pushes him over the edge. He empties himself inside her welcoming cunt and groans her name. She won't let him pull out of her so he rolls them to the side and holds her close. Sakura enjoys feeling him soften inside of her; it gives her a sense of satisfaction. She presses herself against him, sweat soaked and satiated bodies sticking together.
"Be careful around that guy at work," Sasuke's lips conform to a thin line.
"Or what, Sasuke-kun?" she counters, feeling decidedly playful now that she's no longer on the brink of an orgasm. He growls and palms her breast, massaging until she lets out a soft mewl.
"Or I'll have to deal with him the same way I did with those patients of yours," he frowns and Sakura furrows her brows in confusion. He thumbs her nipple and sears his lips against hers to compel her bewilderment away.
"What did you do?" he can see it dawning on her then.
"Nothing permanent," he mutters, finally pulling from her. Sakura perches herself on her elbow, annoyed.
"Should I be expecting to see them in the hospital soon?"
"No," Sasuke shakes his head and lets his fingers ghost the curve of her torso, "That would have defeated the purpose. I made myself very clear that they were not to look at, touch, or fantasize about something that didn't belong to them. I imagine that when they checked in to the hospital they were sure to mention they would accept any doctor aside from you."
"Sasuke-kun," she snaps, sitting up sharply. He appears impassive as she scrutinizes him.
"This wouldn't happen if you would just move in with me," he says somewhat somber, like a dismissed child.
"How would that help?"
"Because everyone would know then, that you come home to me and only me."
"Sasuke-kun," she kisses him in a passionate, languid fashion, taking her time to reassure him that he's always had her. He's always possessed her in some shape or form and she's loved every minute of it, "Okay. We'll start moving my stuff soon."
Sasuke smirks and pulls her lips back to his. His tongue chases hers in a display of triumph. Ever since she mentioned that her lease was coming to an end, Sasuke had persevered in his endeavor to coerce her into cohabitation with him. He couldn't understand her hesitation at first, but grew to understand it given the arduous hours she toiled away at the hospital. He admired the way she did so without complaint, but sometimes he wished she would just refuse when someone asked her to cover their shift.
"Good, let's start tomorrow," he bites her lip softly.
"I have to be at the hospital," she turns her head to look at the clock behind her then faces Sasuke with a grimace, "In four hours."
He scowls and looks away, ashamed.
"I'm sorry for waking you," contrary to his statement, he holds no remorse.
"I'm not," Sakura grins, letting her nimble fingers explore the contours of his chest, "You can wake me up like that anytime."
"I intend to," he rolls onto his back, pulling her into his side. She pecks his chest and settles her head there.
A Few Weeks Later
Sakura kisses his cheek and hands him the tied bag.
"Make sure you eat all of it today, even the stuff that isn't tomatoes," she chastises, wagging a finger at him. Sasuke rolls his eyes, smirking at her behavior.
"I'll do my best," he says and happens to catch, out of the corner of his eye, the gaze of Yamato who appears to be watching their interaction from the courtyard. Sasuke leans down to press an impassioned kiss to her lips, the kind that leaves her dizzy and makes her knees weak. Let him see, he thinks. Let everyone see. She belongs to him in every sense of the word - almost every sense, but he would pose that question when he felt they were ready for it.
Sakura isn't sure what spurred such a rare display of public affection, but she won't complain. She kisses him back just as hard. She weaves her fingers in his hair as they lose themselves in each other. Their tongues tangle, seeking possession over the other until they're left breathless.
"I wish we hadn't left the bed this morning," her cheeks flush and she shakes her head in exasperation.
"That's what I said," he smirks, stroking her cheek as they make no move to distance themselves in this crowded courtyard.
"I should have listened to you," she laughs and kisses his cheek again, "I'll see you at home."
She walks through the glass doors of the Konoha hospital, tossing one last look of longing back at Sasuke. He watches her disappear into the lobby and returns his gaze to Yamato. Sasuke scowls as he realizes Yamato is running in after her. The man is relentless, almost as much as Sasuke himself.
Perhaps this wouldn't happen if she were wearing a wedding ring. Yeah, that will solve the problem. With a scheming glint in his eyes and a concealed simper, Sasuke turned on his heel and proceeded to the Hokage's Tower.