Day 10 - Haircut

Here's the smut, folks, and the reason for the "M" rating, so if you don't want to read smut, just skip to the next one!


The look on Sasuke's face was so incredulous that it would have made Sakura giggle if she wasn't dead set on being stern and serious.

"What did you just say?"

Sakura just raised the scissors in her right hand. "You need a haircut, darling. It's starting to get ridiculous."

Sasuke looked a little shocked for another second before smirking. "Are you sure about that?" he said, stepping forward. His voice had deepened and gained a rough quality. Inwardly, Sakura felt dread rising as lust began to overpower her determination. She hadn't seen him in years, after all. Couldn't a haircut wait?

Then Sasuke kissed her, and she decided that a haircut could definitely wait.

People (mainly Ino and sometimes Naruto) assumed that Sasuke was as frigid of a kisser as he was a person, but they couldn't have been more wrong. He was an Uchiha, after all, and fire ran through his blood. The second he kissed her, it was if he was trying to pour that fire into her, and by the way heat was spreading through her body, she had a feeling she was succeeding. His arms wrapped around her, one holding her close while the other grabbed her ass. And then he did that thing with his tongue that chased every thought from her mind.

As oxygen began to become a problem, he broke free of her lips before sliding his lips down her neck. He quickly came to an obstruction in the form of her top and flat out growled. Sakura felt her knees become even weaker. Without asking or saying much of anything, Sasuke ripped her top open and pushed the tatters off of her shoulders.

"Sas-sasuke!" she spluttered.

He nipped her neck, before laving it with his tongue. "Say it right."

"Wha...?" It was getting hard to think.

He bit her on the nipple this time, hard. She felt heat flood her body and moisture flood her panties. "Say it right," he said again. With this, he began to suck on the nipple he had bitten.

Suddenly, it clicked. "Sasuke-kun!" she cried out.

His, "Hn," was pure satisfaction. Apparently pleased, he began to lick, suck, and kiss a path down her abdomen. Sakura realized what his target was, and groaned. Grabbing his hair while he ate her out was one of her favorite things to do, and he knew it.

Damnit.

Sasuke seemed to notice that she wasn't giving him the whole of her attention and quickly remedied that by picking her up and depositing her onto the kitchen counter. He followed this by producing a kunai out of nowhere and slicing her jeans to ribbons. The rags that had been her pants joined the tatters of her shirt on the floor. Her undergarments fared little better; the lace of her panties had no hopes of standing up to the strength of a well trained shinobi.

Then he got onto his knees and buried his head between her legs.

Her scream echoed through the house and she spared a thought for how glad she was that Sarada was at school. Then thought left her completely.

Her husband was a man of many talents. He was an amazing kisser, had a very nice cock and knew exactly what to do with it, and, especially with the sharingan, could tell exactly where to touch, lick, and grope to garner the best reactions out of her, but nothing compared to how good he was to giving head. He licked and sucked with all the enthusiasm of a starving man at a banquet, and all Sakura could do was grab onto his hair and hold on for the ride.

Some time later, as she came down from an orgasm that had left her horse and weak, Sasuke crawled onto the counter on top of her and leaned down to kiss her.

Before he reached her lips, however, he stopped to whisper something against them with a smirk. "Do you still think I need a haircut?"