I Do Not Own Naruto

The Apron…

Sakura wasn't one to concern herself with sex or needing it or wanting it, normally. As usually her husband was not here and she was a faithful woman to a faithful man.

But her husband was home and she had needs.

She was not going to be ignored anymore.

Sarada was with the Naras for the night, Boruto was with the Uzumaki family; finally, the hospital knew not to call her, and her husband would be walking through that door any moment.

She had selected her best lingerie to have her husband's mind blown and would get her what she wanted: a good, hard, fuck.

Sasuke was exhausted.

Training Boruto was demanding, and he was ready to beat Naruto over the head for fucking up with his kid so badly. Which was more important? Hokage or family? To Sasuke it was a no brainer, he'd pick his family every time if he had a choice. Not that he had had a choice in leaving.

He walked into his apartment and all frustrated thoughts flew right out his head when he saw her.

Her green apron was on, and only the green apron. The one he liked, with the pink frill.

She was sitting on the table, her legs were spread, with the apron enticingly shadowing her center, and those bedroom eyes of hers greeted him.

"Sakura!?" he sputtered.

Sakura stared at her husband as she let her fingers slowly slide up her thighs.

"Sasuke…" she whispered enticingly as he slowly walked to her, dropping his sword and gear on the couch, his visible eye pulsed from black to red, whirling dangerously as he approached her.

"Sakura?" he growled dangerously.

"Please," she whimpered. "I need you," she murmured when he was atop her, his fingers rested on her knees. His eye was intently fixed on her as she slid her fingers up her inner thighs.

"For what?" he asked her softly.

"A hard fuck," she smiled as she felt her fingers find her heat and she tilted a bit, his own, lone hand slid over her skin and his nose was touching hers as his eye whirled dangerously then.

"Careful, Sakura," he murmured, ever syllable of her name said with precision and care as his fingers moved hers aside. A whimper escaped her as she leaned back a bit. His nail trailed over her slit, and she bit her lip as her eyes fluttered shut a bit, her vision narrowed to his lips.

"Are you going to toy with me or fuck me?" she murmured as she leaned forward a bit. His mouth crashed onto hers as his fingers plunged into her, his thumb circling her nerves, and her eyes fell apart farther as she scooted forward a bit, tilting her hips a bit more. His tongue slid between her lips, she gasped a bit, and moaned when he found that spot within her which had her spreading her legs further.

He came closer to her, she hooked her leg around his hips.

"No games, fuck me, NOW!" she panted as she tugged on his empty sleeve, her husband looked amused, her amusement was dead though. She was hot, she was horny, ad if he didn't fuck her now, she'd break him. That she was sure of.

He smiled, ever so slightly, it was almost invisible, then she gasped as he yanked her off the table, she was spun around and shoved against it, her hands barely caught her before Susanoo's hand slid under her apron to toy with her breast. She heard his buckle fall as she whined at the phantom fire's touch, and then she felt his tip.

"Sasuke," she whined the warning, as his mouth kissed her spine, and his real hand gripped her hip with bruising force.

"Sakura," he said against her skin, which was warm her skin and she smiled as she turned to challenge him again. Only for her to scream in pleasure as he slammed into her, his hips pushed her forward, the table scuttled under her and she desperately tried to hold on then as she heard him snarl. The heat that had been sparked and bothering her all day erupted into a full wild fire. Catching the edge of the table she shoved back against him, and he pushed forward. His loan hand tangled in her hair, and the flaming phantom limb of the Susanoo now gripped her hips mercilessly.

"Fuck!" She screamed feeling him thrust harder.

"Kami!" he swore. Something was cracking beneath her fingers as she held on for dear life. Her loverpulled her hips up, and she screamed at the new angle. There was this pressure now, in her with this angle as she could feel him sinking deeper. Her husband's mouth moved over her pulse, and she could feel that adge gathering her as she shoved against him. something shattered beneath her fingers finally which had her crying out, and falling onto the table. Sasuke swore and she finally gave in as she screamed at the edge consuming her as the fire erupted in her blood and she pushed against him before her knees gav out.

"Sakura," Sauske breathed as he pulled her with him, down to the floor as they collapsed.

"Finally," she panted.

"What?"

"You have put that off, way too long," Sakura gasped as she tilted her head back a look at that gorgeous face of his.

"I what?"

"You have been home for weeks, but all you do is train and sleep," she stated.

"Sakura," his voice low and warning.

"No! If I didn't know better I would think I had just been an incubator… Oh fuck Sasuke!" she gasped as she felt him roll them over, he hoisted her up an tossed her over his shoulder.

"What are you doing!?" she screeched.

"Incubator my fucking ass!" he snarled as he tossed her on their bed. She gasped as she hit the mattress, and then he was pulling off his remaining clothes. "You. Are. My. Wife."

"Prove it," she challenged with a smile.

"I can do that," he said levelly as he leaned over her, his mouth on hers then and she giggled as he pulled her closer and smiled, for real, at her.

Okay, I'm on Tumblr now. And I feel I owe my SasuSaku fans an explanation.

Last year about this time of year, I lost my dog and best friend. And around this time of year I was writing Until the Day I...

The Hate I was receiving from Until the Day I Love actually hurt me and drove me off this fandom. Now, I'm not back officially. I am tentatively returning to finish up my SS stories. But I WILL NOT be writing any NaruHina Ever Again.

That's all for now folks.

Enjoy Uchiha.