Disclaimer: i do not own the characters involved, the Naruto franchise, or anything besides my non-profit fanfictions. I write for my enjoyment and hopefully yours.
Pairing: SasukexSakura
Rating: M for fluffy smut
Context: Set after the war. SasuSaku established as a married couple. Connected to (though not a direct sequel of) Yearning, where Sasuke describes tenderness as being for "the mornings after", where he wakes up with her by his side. This is one such morning.
Author's note: I never read or watched Boruto, so if anything here goes again the Boruto canon, my bad.
Mornings after
Sasuke would never tell a living soul, but he lived for these moments.
He had just woken up. The warmth light of the sun was peeking gently through the curtains, and Sakura was still fast asleep next to him. She was on her side, her back to him, and he still had his arm around her, his hand placed protectively on the small curve of her belly. He was leaving later that day, with no idea how long it would be before he could be in Konoha again - before he could come home to her. The kid would be born for sure by that point, the real question was how old would she be?
Sasuke nuzzled her neck, pressing his body against her back and taking in the fruity scent of her soft skin and the fresh, minty scent of her short pink hair. She was his solace - she was beautiful, brave and kind; how he had ever earned and managed to keep her loyalty and love still eluded him. Sakura stirred a bit in her sleep, mumbling something her husband did not hear well, and he tightened his arm around her.
"Sasuke," she sleepily said.
Her hand touched his, delicately, guiding it up, from her stomach to her breast, arching her back into him. A pleased moan left her throat when she felt him hard against her perky butt, his hand gently massaging the softness of her breast through the large t-shirt she was wearing to sleep. She arched her back some more, purposefully grinding herself against him. He responded to her teasing with a frustrated groan, pushing into her as his hand snuck under the fabric of her shirt. He kissed her neck, knowing full well that it made her shiver and bend to his will. She moaned faintly as chills ran down her spine, and she turned her head around, begging a kiss from him.
He kissed her deeply, lovingly, and she felt his fingers digging in her pink hair. His lips were soft his tongue gently playing with hers, melting her; God, she missed him when he was gone. She knew he was leaving today, without anything that remotely looked like a date of return, and she was determined to enjoy the moment and take in as much as she could. She rolled to her other side, facing him, and she stole another kiss from him, her arms behind his neck to keep him close. Her hand slid down his chiseled torso, her nails gently scratching the pale skin before she reached the hardness in his boxers.
She rubbed it softly, the touch of her fingers drawing a muffled sigh from him; she felt him push slightly against her hand, seeking more attention from her agile fingers. Sasuke's hand slowly went to the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of soft pink hair, then pulling it back to expose her sensitive neck to his lips and tongue. She moaned, the pull on her hair feeling as delightful as Sasuke's kisses and nibbles on her long neck, burying a hand in his jet black hair to keep him close, pleasured chills coursing through her whole body. She was starting to feel hot and flustered, her body quickly giving in to his touch.
He flipped her to her back, his body over hers, though he was careful not to put his weight on her as he kissed her deeply. She was kissing him back eagerly, faint moans coming from her as she did so. She felt burning hot all over, to the point of feeling almost dizzy - he always made her feel that way.
He straightened his upper body, breaking off their loving kiss in the process, so he could get rid of the large shirt that was covering her upper body. A light sigh came from her, goosebumps covering her pale skin when his lips and tongue reached her breasts. He kissed, licked, gently sucked on the sensitive skin, his agile tongue swirling around the pink nipples, pleased to feel them harden to his touch. His hand lazily trailed down her ribcage, down her round belly, enjoying her faint moans and the way her body squirmed under him.
There was a hitched breath from her when she felt his hand reaching its destination between her legs. She shuddered, her back arching when his fingers began pleasuring her. Sakura was dripping already, Sasuke could feel her soaking through her light pink lace panties, and she was squirming against him, clearly trying to create more pleasurable friction and pressure. He worked her up some more, admiring the beautiful sight of her on the verge of cumming, then her growing frustration and despair as he denied her, over and over.
Sasuke removed his hand from her womanhood, taking it to her hip, pulling on the lace of her panties; she lifted off her butt from the bed to let him take them off, and he was kissing his way down, his lips and tongue caressing her skin along the way.
Speaking of his lips and tongue - they had found the tasty, inviting pinkness between her athletic legs, drawing a gasp from her. His expert tongue worked its magic on her, playing with her sensitive bud, gently sucking on it, licking it, swirling his tongue around it, until he felt her close to the edge again - and once again, he denied her.
"Please," she begged.
"No," Sasuke mercilessly replied, a wicked glee in his eyes as he kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
His mouth then resumed its work, and her moans filled the room. She was so near already, she needed to cum so, so badly now, but he would not let her.
She hated that she loved that.
Her husband stopped again, his hand directing her to turn around and get on her hands and knees, and she playfully obeyed, glancing at him over her delicate shoulder, peeking at him through her pink hair as he positioned himself behind her. She felt him pushing against her, then entering her, and she let out a long moan as her muscles adjusted to his presence. She felt blissfully full, and she arched her back, pushing against him to feel him even deeper.
"Sasuke," she whimpered as he began thrusting.
His hand was buried in her pink hair, gently pulling her head back to further arch her back. Sakura's fist clutched on the sheets, her other hand working its way between her legs, but Sasuke saw her, and let go of her soft hair to slap her hand away.
"Only when I let you."
A frustrated groan was the only response he received. Sakura was going mad, her whole body begging for release, but her husband insisted on denying her. His hand was on her hip now, his thrust slow, but hard and deep, drawing delightfully erotic moans and sighs from her. She felt the warm weight of his chest in her back as he leaned over to her ear:
"Do you want me to let you cum?"
"Mmh-yes," she panted.
It was either that or she was going to lose her goddamn mind.
"Say please."
Sakura could see his smirk in her mind. He loved toying with her.
How convenient - she loved being his plaything.
"Please," she begged him without any hesitation.
His hand slid from her hips to her core, rubbing her expertly as he kept making love to her.
"Cum for me."
His permission alone would have pushed her over the edge. She cane, hard, soaking his fingers, spasming around him, moaning and whimpering, almost sobbing as she finally came undone under him. Her face was buried in the pillows now, her arms to weak to support her, and Sasuke kissed her, just beneath the ear.
"Good girl," he cooed.
An appreciative moan escaped her lips when she felt his pleasure reach its paroxysm as well, his cock twitching and pulsating inside of her. He pulled out after a short while, spooning her on the bed once more.
"Is it time?" Sakura meekly asked.
He could tell she still found it difficult to accept that he was leaving for so long.
He could also tell she was trying to hide for his sake.
Sasuke glanced outside. It seemed even later than he had thought.
Fuck it.
"In a short while," he replied.
It might be years until he came back. He would miss her pregnancy, the birth of their daughter, and who knows what else.
He could allow himself a few more minutes with her still.