Originally meant for my oneshot series fic, Chicken Ramen with a Jealousy theme, but I didn't think it was good enough to post there.
Sakura found it hard to think, with the way Naruto was pounding into her. With the way his cock filled her up and pressed against her most sensitive spots. It sent her mind spiraling, eyes rolling to the back of her head and her fingers twisting tightly around the bedsheets when his pelvis met her ass.
The room was filled with the sound of her dulcet moans and Naruto's heavy pants. The sound of flesh meeting flesh.
The sound of his cock sliding into her wet cunt.
"Fuuuck," she couldn't help but slur out, barely audible with Naruto pressing the side of her head down against the pillow.
She heard Naruto huff out a short laugh, his other arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her hips up from the bed so he could fuck her hard, in all the perfect angles.
"You like that? You like my cock?" Naruto groaned out from behind her. Her mind was so hazy with lust she barely hummed her affirmative as she looked over her shoulder at his face. His brow furrowed in concentration, his mouth tilted in a knowing smirk.
She would have found his arrogance in bed annoying if he wasn't so good at fucking her.
When he pulled out suddenly, Sakura couldn't help the pathetic whine that left her lips, before the haze in her mind cleared out and an anger filled her veins.
"What the fuck! I was so close!"
Naruto ignored her, flipping her onto her back. He used both hands to grip each side of her slim waist, lifting her slightly off the bed and running his thick cock between her lips, but not penetrating her.
"Naruto, please, what are you doing?" Sakura started whining again, trying to bat her eyes up at him and convince him to start fucking her once more. "Please? Fuck me?"
Naruto ignored her, instead leaning over her. His hand found the back of her neck and pulled her into a filthy open mouth kiss. All tongue and spit and Sakura moaned easily into it, bucking her hips up at their awkward angle, trying to do anything for a little more friction.
"Sakura," her name came out like a hiss when Naruto broke their kiss. His eyes glimmered with—Sakura struggled to place it. Anger? Frustration?
"W-what's wrong?"
"Sakura," he tried again, his mouth shifting into almost a grimace. His eyes burned now, with a determined fire. "I won't share you."
Sakura gaped at him for a moment.
Naruto continued, the anger flashing in his eyes once more. "You can't have Sasuke and me too. Not anymore."
Sakura felt as though Naruto doused cold water over her heated body. "You can't be—you're talking about this now?!"
"It's when I have the biggest advantage," Naruto said, one hand sliding over her thigh, stroking the skin and sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "I never expected us to—I never really thought I had a chance, but now that we are here, it's not easy for me to just move on."
Naruto's eyes ran over her body. Over her wet thatch of pubes, across the curve of her hips, along her flat stomach, the swell of her breasts, memorizing her. When his eyes met her own, she saw the lust, the want in them.
"Naruto," she wished it came out strong, but it was a whimper.
"But I will," his voice came out soft and weak too, "I'll fucking move on if you don't want to be mine."
"Naruto!" Sakura hissed out this time, unbelieving he would pull a stunt like this in the middle of sex.
"Pick, Sakura. Right now. Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want to just be friends?"
"You're such a bastard!"
"Yeah, maybe. But I could be your bastard," Naruto had the audacity to smile at her, soft and gentle. Warm. It made her want to cry and claw his eyes out in equal measure.
It would be an easy answer if this was just about sex. She could tell him to fuck off even if he knew her body so well.
But it was all that other bullshit. Walking up to him nuzzling her neck. His shitty coffee and eggs. Morning yoga.
How he would always wait for at the hospital and walk her home when her shift ended.
Foot massages, daily stories about aiding Kakashi-sensei, lunch at Ichiraku's or her favourite sushi restaurant.
Picnics on top of the Hokage Monument, training at field twenty-one together, dinners with the others where they always sat side by side.
Hundreds, thousands of other innocuous moments built over the years.
Sakura rubbed her eyes, driving away her tears before she softly responded, "I hate you."
"I can leave," he replied with an equal gentleness.
Sakura spread her legs wider, her hand gripping Naruto's cock and pressing the head of it against her entrance. Naruto halted her with his hand squeezing her hip.
"Say you're mine," Naruto whispered, eyes wide and open. Vulnerable in a way completely unlike Sasuke.
Sakura didn't hesitate. "I'm yours."
He smiled, and that was the truth of the matter.
No matter how much she wished he would, Sasuke never smiled at her like that.
Sakura came with Naruto's name on her tongue and he came calling out mine mine mine.