A/N: Employing some time skips here because I'm kind of stumped you guys lol. There are still a few plot points/smut scenarios I want to add in but all the in between stuff is tripping me up, sorry if it seems choppy. Thanks for the patience between updates! I've posted a few other things if you're looking for something else to read ;)
Sakura was just securing her ruby earrings when Sasuke finally came shuffling through the door.
"There you are," she smiled up at him. She was getting ready in front of the mirror to grab drinks with some of her friends. Everyone was trying to make the most of the last month of college, it was highly likely that they'd never see some of their friends again.
Sasuke nodded and came up behind her to place a sleepy kiss to her hair. He had been working nonstop to allow Sakura to have the time to enjoy the final days of college and to make sure he would have to work as little as possible when her time freed up.
"Too tired for a real kiss?" she teased good naturedly. She worried for him, but knew he was too stubborn to change his schedule.
"Hm. You're wearing that lipstick stuff." He scrubbed a hand over his weary features, "Where are you going to be tonight?"
"That one place across the street from campus. I'll text you when I'm there."
He nodded, eyes struggling to stay open. He had already arranged for a car to drop her off and pick her up, so he wasn't worried.
"And when I get home," she continued, "you better be asleep in bed."
He grumbled at this. He'd rather be awake to welcome her when she returned, but fighting against his body seemed to be a losing game at the moment.
"I'm pretty much ready to go, let me just grab my purse. Have you eaten?"
He waved his hand noncommittally. He had his chef meal prep for him all week so he knew he could poke around the kitchen and find something to heat up. He'd think about that after Sakura left. His eyes suddenly widened as he remembered one thing. He started pulling his wallet out of his pant pocket. "Do you need money?"
She laughed at him and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. "I literally have your credit card, so unless there's some new spending limit I should know about, no, I do not need money. Either eat, shower or sleep. Don't worry about me, darling."
He grumbled and peeled off bills from a thick roll of cash anyway. "What if you need to tip someone? Or pay for parking? Or there's an emergency or something, I don't fucking know."
"Sasuke," she said more sternly, placing her hands on his chest, "you have it covered. It's not like I can magically run out of cash when you keep giving it to me." Some hundreds of dollars were already burning a hole through her wallet.
He shrugged and gave up, putting the money away. He'd find a way to give it to her eventually. Maybe he should surprise her and transfer money to her bank? Just for fun.
He didn't feel ready to say goodbye to her yet. "Okay, okay. Well…I'll miss you."
Her expression softened. He was stubborn and grumpy, but he was also deeply emotional and she loved when he exposed his feelings so nakedly to her. She flung her arms around him and squeezed tightly, "Mm, me too. I'll be back later, alright? And tomorrow's Saturday so we can sleep in and eat brunch together." He nodded. Late, lazy mornings with her were always so perfect, he practically dreamed of them.
She tried pulling away, but he ducked his head down to meet her lips. "Hey," he murmured, then kissed her full on, not caring if he got sticky lip gloss on his own face. He cupped her face firmly, pouring all his longing into a deep kiss. When he released her, he was panting and his heart was racing. He'd be awake all night now.
Sakura blushed prettily and looked down at her high heels. Her friends would kill her if they found out she ditched them to get laid, but he made it so hard to leave. "I really have to go now. But I love you!" And with that declaration tucked away in his pocket, he nodded and walked her downstairs.
Sasuke had knocked out with all of the lights still on, so when Sakura came tip-toeing into his room, he squinted against the brightness. "Hey," he said with a thick, sleepy voice. He grabbed his phone and checked the time. "What took so long?" he asked with unmasked grumpiness. He really did hope to stay up late enough to greet her more properly upon her return.
"Sorry," she whispered even though he was already awake. "I had to grab some stuff from my apartment after leaving the bar. Go back to sleep, I'm getting ready for bed now too."
She had smacked her forehead with her palm when she remembered that she ran out of the travel size makeup remover she usually kept at Sasuke's house, so she needed to retrieve her bigger container at her apartment. It was such a small thing, but also so necessary she didn't think she could skip it. Sleeping in makeup would always be a big N.O. While at her dearly neglected apartment, she started to tidy up, but then rushed back to the waiting car when she remembered Sasuke probably forced himself to stay up for her.
And then, she woke him up anyway. He looked so young and vulnerable with his messy hair and half-cracked eyes. She was going to zoom through her nighttime routine so she could get some cuddles in while he was still conscious and malleable.
He was silent for a while as Sakura went through her routine. "Why do you still keep that apartment?" he finally asked. He wasn't sure what was bothering him at first; if she needed something there, then she needed it, so what. But he wanted to feel like he could provide her everything.
"Um, I don't think I can get out of my lease yet. Plus, you know, appearances sake."
He made a noncommittal noise. "I've got a lawyer who can take care of it. Your parents know about us now, I don't think there's a real problem there. If anything, I'm sure they'd be glad to know you don't live by yourself anymore."
She bit her lip. He had points. After wringing her hands for a while she finally admitted, "I just have a lot of stuff and I'm not quite ready to one, sort through all my college memories and two, clutter up your house. It's so...curated and neat here. Just look at the bathroom counter—all of that is my junk."
He knew she had a beloved but ratty green blanket thrown across her apartment couch, she had stacks of polaroid photos in her desk drawer, she had stuffed a ridiculous amount of instant hot chocolate mix in her cupboards… She might think that she was doing him a favor by storing her things at her apartment, things she didn't think fit into his life, but he wanted all of her. "It's not junk if you like it or you need it. The house is big enough to fit a few more things." Then an embarrassing thought dawned on him.
"Oh. Do you not like the house? I can buy a new one, or I have other ones you can choose from."
"Eh, no! That's not it at all! I like the house. I love the house. It's giant and beautiful and the site of so many good memories. But um...won't you get tired of me?"
"Is that what this is about? I was hoping the ring would let you know…" he trailed off. He loved her. He adored her. He spoiled her. He looked up at her earnestly, "I feel like I can't get enough of you."
He continued, "I miss you when you're not around. In fact, the house could use a bit more life, a little personality. I don't want distance from you. Spending the rest of our lives together seems like...the only reasonable option for me. I don't just play at romance."
She nodded, drinking in his words. It was just hard to believe sometimes that all of this was real. She finished up her routine and made her way to the bed. He reached out for her, "I would be honored if you lived here all the time. But if you want to wait until after graduation, I understand."
She nodded and blinked slowly, sleepily. "Sorry for waking you up." She stood up and turned off all the lights before falling into bed. She could feel him staring even in the dark.
When they woke up with their bodies closely intertwined and the late morning sun filling the room with brightness, Sakura whispered, "You really can't get rid of me now."
"Wasn't planning on it. Now go back to sleep."
Graduation came and went in a flash. Being free from school made Sakura feel ten times lighter. But the feeling of leaving one phase of life behind and walking into another was repeated because…
"We can have the wedding as soon as you want."
"Whenever I want?"
"That's right. Why, are you looking to get hitched tomorrow? Are we eloping in secret?" he asked with a cheeky wink. He was too traditional for that and they both knew it.
She scoffed, "I wouldn't hear the end of it from my mom and Ino if we did that. I just think..there's no reason to wait, right?" They had planned a nice date out but… "We might as well start planning now!" she beamed up at him.
The wedding was not the extravagant affair anyone would have expected from a person of Sasuke's means. But both he and Sakura wanted a private wedding where they could just enjoy each other's presence. A small event meant a shorter planning timeline—Sasuke wasn't interested in waiting any longer.
Of course, there were flowers and champagne and a fabulous dress. But the ceremony was over quickly, with the happy couple retreating behind closed doors to be alone before the reception. While their guests milled about for the cocktail hour, Sasuke took Sakura somewhere more private.
"Don't you look nice," he whispered even if they were the only ones in the room.
"You don't look too bad yourself," she smiled up at him. They'd said their vows and now Sakura was speechless. She could barely form a coherent thought other than I love you.
"I'm quite interested in finding out what's underneath," he purred in her ear, kissing up and down the column of her neck. Obviously the wedding had no budget, so he knew she must have splurged on some pricey scraps of fabric under that dress of hers.
"Hey, hey, eyes up here buddy." She grabbed the sides of his face and forced him to look at her.
He raised a brow, "Buddy?"
She rolled her eyes but was suppressing a grin, "Eyes up here, my husband."
Then she thought maybe it was a bad idea to stare into each other's eyes because he was so intense and she just loved him so much. She felt giddy and couldn't help but state the obvious, "Hey. We're married now."
"Ah, we are. And now I may kiss my bride, huh…" He leaned in and softly pecked her on the lips over and over and over again.
"How many times are you going to kiss me?" she asked in between what had to be kiss number 24 and 25.
"Until you've lost count."
"Nervous for our first dance?" Sakura teased as Naruto stood from his seat to announce their entrance. ("Not sure how the bastard landed a nice girl like Sakura, but anything is possible I guess!") Sakura hoped Sasuke would loosen up enough to try some cake, but she was grateful he was going through with all these traditions despite how he was honestly rather shy. The party wouldn't last much longer, to his delight. Their gourmet dinner menu was only a few courses long.
He nodded seriously, "Make sure you don't step on my toes too many times."
"No promises, darling," she smiled brightly before he swept her out onto the dance floor.
Swaying to the music with her arms wrapped around his neck, she found herself whispering, "How did I get so lucky?"
"What can I say, we're a success story for that God forsaken website," he said lowly into her ear. His breath tickled and made shivers crawl up her spine. She held him a little tighter.
"We are taking that secret to our graves."
"Wouldn't dream of it any other way."
Off to the side at his table, Naruto sighed dreamily and remarked to Hinata, "Those two. Who would've thought online dating actually works?"
"Don't act so obvious," she whispered harshly to him after they walked away from another one of her friends and made their way to the next table.
"What's obvious?"
"Obvious that you're trying to speed this thing up! Be nice, please. We're almost done here and then…"
"And then?" he smirked.
She rolled her eyes, "And then my part of the wedding will be over and we can get to the part I know you're thinking about. But first we have to thank everyone."
"You'll regret we didn't finish up here sooner because I promise, it's always all about you," he said smoothly.
She grumbled, "You are infuriating, you know that?"
He shrugged and flashed a shit-eating grin, "You're the one who married me. You've gotta deal with it now, baby."
"Not too tired, are you?" Sasuke asked after he picked her up bridal style and set her down on the bed in their suite.
Sakura sat up on her elbows, "I've been waiting for this all night, you built up so much anticipation. We've got plenty of time, but why skip tonight?"
He started loosening his bowtie and unbuttoning his tuxedo, "I like the way you think."
She licked her lips in anticipation. He was just so goddamn delicious in his tux, but she couldn't wait for him to take it off. "Why so slow?" she whined.
"Self control, baby, self control. If I let it go, I'll probably rip that pretty dress of yours. And we don't want that, do we?"
She picked at the tulle skirt, nonplussed, "You're the one who paid for it." In reality, she would just die if her dress got ruined from a bad case of horniness.
"And what else?"
She rolled her eyes, "And everything else."
"Hm, that's right. A thank you would be nice."
She giggled, "What could I ever do to repay you?"
He eyed her lustfully, lingering on the way the sweetheart neckline on her dress exposed her chest. He licked his lips and got to unbuckling his belt, "I have a few ideas. Let's start with you taking that dress off."
She ordered him to turn around—the lingerie was still a surprise. He finished undressing himself and was laying his tux neatly over a chair when she finally allowed him to take a look.
She knocked the breath right out of him; she was so stunning. He wanted to tell her as much, but his stupid dick just got even harder and she noticed.
She was the perfect picture of a blushing bride, stripped down and his for the taking. "Well, what do you think?" He had whispered his approval of her dress as soon as she walked down the aisle, but this outfit was an even bigger surprise.
The delicate white lace made her look angelic, yet his thoughts were sinful. He hadn't even imagined such a perfect outfit existed, it must have been custom.
It made sense that she wore a bustier under the strapless gown, but he had never been blessed enough to see her in one before this occasion. The lace cups held her breasts up enticingly and the sheer bodice teased him with the sight of her skin underneath. The panties were just a wisp of fabric, but the easier it was to take off, the better. Her garter was attached to the bodice, but it was hanging on by a single strap, and the way the garter squeezed her thighs was truly lovely. She was mouthwatering.
"Sakura," he finally rasped, "get on the bed." He had to clear his throat again. Fuck, he was so hard. He couldn't believe she was his wife now.
She climbed onto her hands and knees and turned around to look back at him with her back arched. Her thong did nothing to hide her shapely bottom and her pussy lips were clearly outlined. "Do you like it?" she asked breathlessly. They were married now for God's sake, she knew they were in love, and yet she couldn't help but crave his approval.
"I fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the world," he murmured.
She quickly flipped onto her back to watch him crawl towards her seductively. She spread her legs easily to accommodate him. "What are you going to do to me?"
He grabbed hold of one of her legs and kissed the inside of her knee, "Kiss you. Lick you. Fuck you so hard you cry. Make love to you all night long." His coal-black eyes scanned her body closely. "Whatever my sweet wife desires." And as soon as she said the word, he was getting that lingerie off, as sexy and beautiful as it was.
She gulped, "What if I want all of it? And what if I want to do something to you?" His impressive length couldn't be ignored; she wanted to give him the sloppiest of blow jobs to commemorate the night.
He smirked with deep satisfaction, "Then let's get started."
She sat up and smiled sheepishly at him, "I'm gonna need a little help." She turned back around and lifted her pink hair to show the criss-crossing ribbons that held her top together.
Christ, he thought. "Time to unwrap my gift," he said. He undid the petite bow at the bottom of the bustier and allowed it to loosen naturally while he made quick work of her panties and garter. He deftly unfastened her bustier, revealing more and more skin to his pleasure. I get to undress her for the rest of our lives, he mused.
Finally, the fabric fell away and she tossed it to the side. To hell with it! Her wedding dress was laid out very neatly, but this could get a little wrinkled. Sasuke reached out and traced his index finger down her spine.
"Having fun back there?"
"Just enjoying the view," he commented as his eyes dropped to her pert bum. His body felt like it was burning and the tension in the room was only getting thicker.
Thankfully, she was equally eager to move the process along as she admitted, "I'm ready. I don't want to wait anymore." There was no need to be nervous, no need to be shy. The start of their lives together was nothing short of exciting.
And if it wasn't obvious, both of them were rather excited.
She quickly turned onto her back again, emerald eyes challenging him to make a move. She reached up and pumped his cock a few times before he removed her hand and nudged her legs open. "Come on now, you know that's not how it works." She was almost always first.
As he focused on the view of her pretty pussy, he could even see that she was sopping wet. He leaned down and pressed a noisy kiss to her lower lips and whispered hoarsely, "Fuck."
"I told you," she whined, already squirming "I'm ready. Please, Daddy?"
He quickly settled himself to hover over her willing body and rubbed his pulsing cock over her slit. She cried out softly and he tenderly slid his hand up to entwine their fingers. He kissed all over her face and entered her in one thrust. "I'll never get tired of hearing you ask."
Then, he rocked into her deeply, sensually all night long. A happy couple indeed.
When Sakura had first mentioned the honeymoon to Sasuke as they got ready for bed, he seemed downright offended that she thought he would only take her to one location. No, no, he had an entire circuit planned.
Paris first, he explained, so she could wander around in museums and take painting classes and drink hot chocolate everyday. Then some place where it was still snowing so they could cuddle inside and watch the snow fall. Eventually they'd go somewhere with a nice beach. A private one, he clarified with a hint of a blush. When they finally returned home she could work on the art projects he knew she was itching to get back to.
"And after that, who knows? Going halfway across the world is only a plane ride away."
She nodded, duly impressed, "I like the way you think Sasuke Uchiha."
A/N: DID SOMEONE SAY MARRIED SEX?
Honestly not too many chapters after this because most of my plot points are tied up but you can try requesting things if you feel very passionately lol I just don't want to drag it out too much! If anything I should probably reread my own story and make some light edits lol..