Being stuck at home for weeks on end, due to the nationwide pandemic, doesn't mean that the two lovers can't still have a little bit of fun together by chatting and doing... other things—

Sasusaku boyfriend/girlfriend au smut. When the real thing isn't an option, due to it being out of your reach, you have to get a little bit creative when certain... needs arise.

(I see them as ages 18-19 I think; and yes, they already have a job. Just go with it; please and thank you lol)

Sorry; my descriptions and names usually suck! I hope it flows okay; I tried.

The pink-haired teen was sitting cross-legged on her pastel comforter, biting anxiously at her short fingernails, while she waited for her boyfriend's video call to come through. Her black computer's brightly lit screen was opened up to the correct application; the scheduled call time was drawing closer, but Sakura's mind was elsewhere.

—Flashback—

"Come on Sakura," Ino huffed in irritation as she applied more powder to her cheeks. "You can't tell me you haven't at least thought about doing it."

"Ino," the female growled as she rolled her green eyes; switching her phone to the opposite hand so that she could adjust her shirt with the other; worrying the thin fabric between her fingers will pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "I just... I wouldn't even know where to begin... or how to even go about asking Sasuke if he would want to try something like... well like THAT."

"It's so easy," Ino insisted as she waved her hand in the air; almost dismissively, while brushing her pale lips with a deep red hue with the other. "Just come out and say it. It's not like he hasn't thought of it before anyway; that's just how men are. It will be like ripping off a Band-Aid. I mean sure... it might be a little bit painful... for you... and also a little embarrassing... but trust me girl, it will be so worth it when you do it. That shit is amazing and so fucking hot. Watching your man touch himself while you do the same... it's so damn yummy! I could watch that show for my breakfast, lunch AND dinner!"

"So, you and Sai, do it that often," Sakura asked in slight disbelief; a single pink brow raising as she watched her friend focus her attention back onto her; having finally finished with her makeup.

"Absolutely," her best friend shrugged lazily while pulling her long, platinum-blonde hair into a high and tight ponytail. "I mean... why in the hell not, right? Look Sakura, what I'm trying to get at here is that I'm pretty sure your man is already doing it anyway; so why not enjoy the spectacle if he'd be willing to give it to you? Am I wrong here or am I right?"

The pinkette worked her plump, bottom lip a little longer before letting it go with a gentle, but wet sounding, pop. The teen sighed tiredly while also running her thin fingers through her cotton candy colored hair; before allowing the silky strands to fall back and onto her bony shoulders. "I just... I don't know..."

"Oh, come on," Ino groaned as she began to grow slightly irritated with Sakura's seemingly lack of interest in the subject at hand. Young Yamanaka rolled her blue eyes slowly as she gave the girl a stern and pointed glare; and even though the pinkette couldn't necessarily see it... Sakura was smart enough to know that Ino probably had her hands grasped onto her hips in her signature sassy manner. "Even I would know that it would be hot to see your boyfriend doing that... and if you get something out of it too... we'll that's even better. There is no point in arguing with me when you know that I'm right. I don't know why you even bother, forehead. In fact, I think that—"

"Ugh, alright. I will think about it, okay. Just stop calling me that." The last statement was quietly mumbled under Sakura's breath while her cheeks began to dust a lighter shade of pink than her natural hair color when she heard her best friend use her old preschool nickname. The blonde only chuckled softly while a wicked smirk pulled her lips upwards; her eyes flashing with mischief and surprising glee and satisfaction. Sakura inwardly cringed.

"Trust me, you won't regret it," the girl exclaimed with a wink. "Oh, and when you're done... call me. I want to hear ALL of the dirty details; you horny bitch. Ha, love you."

—End of flashback—

Sakura tucked her hair behind her ears for the bazillionth time while also trying to regulate her inconsistent breathing and heartbeat by taking slow, deep, and measured breaths. 'In and out,' she kept telling herself, but it wasn't necessarily working in her favor and she felt as if she was slowly starting to lose her mind. She tugged at her spaghetti strapped shirt and the fabric of her denim shorts repeatedly while her palms began to break out into a sweat.

Sakura felt anxious and giddy and overwhelmed and fearful and... horny, all at the same time. It was absolutely infuriating and almost caused the poor girl to text her lover and cancel their video chat session; key word being, almost—

She was just aching to see Sasuke again; even if they had just seen each other last night, during this same type of scenario and it was extremely hard for Sakura to be away from the man that she loves... for such an extended period of time. Which is why she refused to allow her emotions to get the best of her; why she refused to reach for her phone and text him.

She wondered if Sasuke was missed her as much as she was missing him. Her heart palpitated at the thought—

'Damn it, Haruno! Why are you always like this? This is Sasuke for crying out loud. Of course, he misses you. I'm just overthinking things... again; just like I always do.' (Sigh)

Sakura was startled from her thoughts when her screen began to flash back to life... having dulled due to the computer's inactivity; her boyfriend's picture and name both popped up on the bright screen and a soft smile worked its way onto her slightly chapped lips.

She swallowed slowly and adjusted her hair, and clothing, before taking one final, calming breath; her fingertips poised above the mouse.

'I can do this... just relax. It's no big deal to ask your own boyfriend if he would like to... Oh damn, he looks so fucking hot today; and why isn't he wearing a damn shirt! Ugh. I'm so screwed—'

"Hey, Sasuke-kun," the pink-haired teen greeted her partner sweetly and softly while she pressed her sweaty palms tightly together before bringing them up to rest upon the small crevice that lay between her perky breast. Her once pale cheeks grew into a bright shade of pink when she saw his lips work themselves into his signature (and very sexy; most definitely pantie dampening and pant inducing) smirk.

"Hn. How was your day, Sakura?"

"Great actually," she said excitedly. "I managed to get all of my work done before noon; so, I had plenty of time to relax and read that book that I was telling you about the other day."

"Hai," he nodded in understanding as his memory conjured up that very conversation and the book that she was referring to. "How is it so far?"

"Really good," she spoke with enthusiasm and a warm smile. "I'm already on chapter twenty-three, so I think I should be able to finish it in just a few days' time. So, anyway... enough about me. I want to hear how your day has been?"

"Uneventful," he said with a small shrug. "Itachi and I worked out this morning for about an hour and then the blonde idiot called me and talked my ear off for over an hour. He said something about wishing he could go to Ichiraku's because his mom's ramen just wasn't the same; but not to tell her that because she would pummel him to the ground. So, naturally, I took it upon myself and felt an obligation, compelled even, to tell her about it. I don't think it ended well..."

Sakura's overly joyful chuckles rung through the speakers and she felt all of her previous anxiety begin to melt away. "That sounds just like Naruto and you," she smiled happily before tucking her hair behind her ears. "So, did you have any other work to do today?"

"No," Sasuke said with a small shake of his head. "Father gave us the next couple of days off. Said we have been working extra hard lately to help keep the company running and deserve a break."

"That's very nice of him," she concluded.

"Hn." Sakura almost rolled her green orbs at his uninterested, one syllable response; but refrained from doing so when he continued to speak. "So, how are your Mother and Father?"

The pinkette did decided to roll her eyes after that as unwanted memories began to resurface. She leaned forward slightly, to place her elbows onto her knees, so that she was just a little bit closer to the microphone on her computer and wouldn't have to speak to loudly. "Well..."

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Twenty minutes later...

"... so, it's that bad, huh?"

The young woman could tell by the look on her boyfriend's handsome face, that he (who was normally a completely stoic person) was having a hard time trying to hold back his rather amused chuckle and grin; she frowned deeply at his lack of seriousness and sensitivity.

"That's not even the half of it, Sasuke... and it's not funny." She watched as he held his hands up in a silent sign of surrender; his thin lips pulling up into a soft smirk while his eyes glistened with mirth and mischief; a rare show of the Uchiha's playfulness... that only Sakura was privy to. If he was in such a good mood... it gave her the idea to finally ask him. Sakura wanted to try what Ino had suggested, but would her boyfriend reject the idea and her offer or would he—

The pinkette became slightly nervous again as anxiety pooled in her belly and time seemed to pass slowly between them while her overactive imagination focused on one thing, and it was that one thing that Ino had been spouting so highly about to her only a few hours ago. 'Video chat sexting'... was that the correct terminology for it? She didn't think so; but wasn't sure what it could be. Either way, Sakura just knew that she had to know if he would be willing to give it a try.

"Hey, um... Sasuke..."

She nipped at her bottom lip anxiously with her teeth as her palms began to sweat; words failing her as she tried to find the right way in which to bring it up. It's not as if she was asking him about the weather or what he may have eaten for breakfast that morning... this was—

"What is it, Sakura?" When the girl finally met his dark, onyx-colored eyes, she saw a mix of slight confusion but also what seemed to be... eager anticipation. She knew that even though the two of them were separated by a computer screen, and many, many miles, Sasuke still knew her; quirks and all. So then... was it entirely possible that he was able to somehow pick up on what she was trying to get at; where she was going with this... even though she had barely spoke even a few words; none of which had anything to do with her line of thinking. Maybe it was her nervous energy that was a dead giveaway, she thought as she tucked a long strand of pink hair behind her ears.

"I was just wondering... umm... are you... alone?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Do you... well I was just wondering if you might want to... want to uh, try something." Sakura bit down onto her bottom lip and pulled it between her teeth tightly before averting her eyes from his while a light rosy hue seemed to bring out every contour of her now red tinted cheeks.

Sasuke fought desperately to keep his facial expression as neutral as possible; feeling as if he knew where his girl's thoughts were heading... for he had a similar discussion with his best friend Naruto earlier about the same thing; if he was on the same page as her, that is.

—Flashback—

"Sasuke, dude," Naruto hissed enthusiastically as his bright, blue eyes widened with his growing excitement. "Dude, you have got to try it at least once man! I mean, I seriously can't believe that you and Sakura haven't yet! That's just crazy!"

"Why should I idiot, and why is it crazy that we haven't?" He really didn't understand the appeal, it wasn't or wouldn't (couldn't) be nearly as good as the real thing... right? There's just no way; but even as Sasuke had these thoughts... he knew that it had been a very long time since he and his girlfriend had seen each other in person, and the young man had to admit that he wouldn't mind seeing his lover so... enticing and opened for his visual pleasure. The photos that she sent to him were nice for a quickie but seeing the real thing... well that would be so much better. He even had secret fantasies about it, so...

... maybe they could—

"It's amazing," the Uzumaki declared eagerly; pumping one fist into the air as his expression morphed into one of absolute amazement and awe. "God, when me and Hinata do it... I mean, damn... seeing her touch herself, like that, was..."

"I don't need all of the disgusting details, idiot," Sasuke grimaced as his own features twisted into a deep scowl of disapproval. He shook his head just as Naruto rolled his eyes.

"All I'm saying is when you try it, and trust me... you need to try it, be sure to tell Sakura what you want to see her do and vice versa. It makes it all the more... amazing and enjoyable. You won't regret doing it, man... trust me."

Sasuke hung up shortly thereafter, but the idea continued to swirl and fester in the forefront of his mind. He would be alone tonight as Itachi was staying with his girlfriend and his parents would be gone for the weekend on a business trip that had been schedule for months now. Maybe, it's something they could try... to help pass the time until they could be together once again.

—End of flashback—

When Sasuke came back to reality... Sakura was rambling frantically; attempting to ease some of her anxiety and discomfort by trying to change the subject completely.

"—you know what Sasuke, never mind. Just forget that I even said anything—" He knew that she was trying to deflect due to her growing embarrassment and that's probably why Sakura wasn't intending on asking him, but he wanted her to and so he tried to push her a little; wanting to see if his assumption at what she was wanting to do with him... was correct.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want to do, Sa-ku-ra," he practically purred as he rolled her name off the tip of his tongue; eliciting a new rush of pink to her already reddened cheeks. He watched as her eyes dilated and her chest began to move up and down in rapid succession; the youngest Uchiha knew that he had his girlfriend right where he wanted her.

Just a little gentler pushing on his part, and he would have his answers; or so he hoped.

"It's just... it's a little... umm... embarrassing." She shifted in her seat; her hands trying to discreetly adjust the darkly colored fabric of her shorts that covered her core but he was quick enough to see the small movement that she had hoped would remain undetected by her lover. His already dark eyes dimmed further and his cock twitched; the start of his own arousal beginning to show in the growing tent in his pants. From the angle of the camera however, Sakura couldn't see this; much to his delight, because he didn't want things to get awkward if he was truly wrong in his line of thinking or his assessment of her mannerisms. He wanted to be certain... that she was certain.

"Sakura, it's alright," he tried to ease her worries and concerns by using a gentle, reassuring tone; though the teenage male still wasn't able to fully remove the silky, sexy quality that came along when his desires made themselves know. Sasuke watched as her viridescent eyes widened before her body began to tremble slightly and he hoped that it was in a good way. "You can tell me or ask me anything. You know that I'm never going to judge you; I love you." His eyes were focused on her as he held his breath; waiting, anticipating... longing and hoping. She took a few deep breaths and then...

"I want to watch you masturbate." There she had said it...

... even though she felt like she was as red as a tomato and she was now wishing that the ground would swallow her whole and—

"Alright."

'Wait a second; did he just agree to...'

"As long as you do the same thing for me. I want to watch you as well Sakura. I want to see you pleasure yourself."

She was now arriving at the conclusion that she was in over her head at this point; but slowly felt herself sinking down, being pulled into his spell... into the dark depths of his black eyes as she continued to stare into what seemed to be his very soul.

She swallowed; hard, before nodding her head in the affirmative. Agreeing to his demand, albeit a little nervously, for they had never done anything quite like this before.

Sakura couldn't remember where her fears had come from in the first place as she moved everything into position. She was ready for this and so was he, but—

'Holy shit!'

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"Is this good, Sasuke," she asked as she moved into a more comfortable position. Her thin digits racking through her pink tresses before settling into her lap. "Can you see me, okay?"

"I can see you just fine, Sakura." Sasuke adjusted his own laptop so that the camera was at a good angle and then his bedside table lamp so that it would be able to shroud him in the quintessential amount of lighting that would be needed before settling his strong back against the headboard of his king-sized bed. His sharp gaze zeroed in on his lover's soft and delicate feminine features; so elegant in the soft glow of her bedroom lighting that it nearly took his breath away.

"Okay, so... where do you want to start?"

Sakura's rounded cheeks were flushed and her gaze was almost innocent as she stared at him through thick, dark lashes. He felt his cock begin to throb almost painfully in the restricting fabric of his shorts and took a slow, measured breath to try and calm his rapidly racing heart. 'This is about Sakura; making her comfortable. So, settle the fuck down and stay focused. You can do this, Uchiha if you just stay calm and focused.'

He cleared his dry throat once before resting his large palms against his clothed thighs; fingertips digging slightly into the soft fabric beneath his digits as he forced himself to not touch... there. 'Not yet; but soon,' he told himself.

"It's up to you."

Sakura contemplated her options before nodding her head and tucking her bangs behind her ears. "How about we each take a piece of clothing off; one at a time..." Sasuke couldn't help but smirk at her suggestion; but he had to agreed that it would be a good place to start... considering this was all so new to the both of them.

"Hn."

So, slowly...

... one by one...

... articles of clothing began to fall to the floor and out of view of their cameras; the material being strewn half-hazardously about the room...

... until the pair were left in absolutely nothing; bare as the day that they were born.

She immediately felt the need to cover herself, but knew that it was pointless. Sasuke had seen all of her before anyway; so, what would be the difference between those times and now? Sakura wasn't entirely certain, but she still decided to try and ignore the aching feeling that seemed to be running ramped through her body and focus fully on her lover instead. She felt her figure begin to tremble; from the chill running through her air- conditioned bedroom but also from the anxious anticipation that filled her from what they were about to do. Her eyes focused and met Sasuke's briefly before she looked him up and down, and from head to toe; in the same way in which he was observing her.

Dark, jet-black spiky hair...

... chiseled, well-defined abs...

... and corded, toned muscles.

Not to mention the sharp angle from the perfect V shape that pointed directly into his thick bush of midnight-colored hair...

... the likes of which rested atop his already—

'Holy fucking shit! How is he so... BIG already! Oh my god...'

Sasuke's legs were spread wide open, while his naked back was once again resting against the headboard of his bed. One of his legs and knees was bent at an upwards angle while the other leg lay stretched out before him and he had one arm resting on his upright knee while the other was bent at the elbow; which allowed the hand that belong to that arm to wrap loosely around his thickened manhood. Her boyfriend stared at her, through a dark and lustful gaze; giving the teen goosebumps all over and causing her inner walls to clench tight; both need and desire filled her foggy mind completely.

She gulped as her heart began to pound loudly in her eardrums.

"Sakura... show me. Please." She watched his large hand pump his length once and that was all it took before dampness began to leak from her opening.

Sakura hesitated, but only briefly, before allowing her thighs to part slowly. The soft, puckering lips of her glistening sex were on full display; showing Sasuke her excitement. She watched as he eyed her with a new kind of hunger; his fingers flexing against his thick and rock-hard muscle.

Her small hands, though slightly shaky, snaked their way down the length of her body...

... fingertips brushing against her sensitive skin here and there before landing on either side of her sex. When he nodded for her to continue; she did so without hesitation this time.

Fingers moving...

... skin parting...

... liquids dripping.

The youngest Uchiha was completely and utterly mesmerized by the sexy display. His girlfriend... laying against a cushion of pillows... completely exposed and bare to his wandering eyes with him unable to touch her... was a new kind of torture that he wasn't fully opposed to. In fact; he kind of liked it.

"Good girl," he praised her obedience with a low growl and stroked his length some more. Sakura shivered at the deep baritone; heart hammering wildly in her chest.

"Sasuke...," his name hitched on the last syllable in the back of her throat when she became a witness to his large hand moving in faster and more precise motions against his smooth, pale skin.

Stroking.

Flexing.

Pumping.

A soft, delicate, and feminine moan left the pink-haired woman's plump, rosy lips; her thin fingers itching to touch, to feel, to pleasure her senses—

"Sakura." His voice nearly caught her off guard, but she looked up into his eyes once more after peeling her gaze away from his movements. "I want you to show me (grunt) how you pleasure yourself when I'm (groan) not around. Show me how you (huff) make yourself... fuck... feel good."

He didn't have to tell her twice... she was ready; had been ready for a while. Sakura nodded once and moved swiftly.

One set of fingertips reached up to a protruding nipple...

... while the other hand dipped its long, slender digits slowly into the damp, slick entrance of her womanhood. Sakura gasped sharply; green eyes shutting tightly while her fingers began to pinch and stroke her sensitive areas in perfect unison.

She could hear her lover grunt his approval and opened her eyes only slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

Small beads of sweat broke out across their skin as their movements became faster... more urgent in their quest for the ecstasy that they both so desperately desired to reach.

Their irises locked onto their partners through the computer screen and they held each other's gazes the entire time as they watched the other person work their own bodies. Their eyes were filled with both appreciation and desire as they climbed higher and higher to their peak; together and in perfect sync... as if they had been doing so for years.

Both fingers and fist moved frantically. Tweaking and tugging; then pinching and pulling; until—

"Oh shit... agh... S-Sasuke!"

"Fuck... Sakura!"

Simultaneously, they both reached the pinnacle. Sasuke cursed lowly (almost angrily) under his breath as he reached over quickly with his free hand to find the loose stack of tissues that he had placed beside him earlier; while his girlfriend calling out his name from the tip of her tongue as her hips lifted high and into the air; giving Sasuke full access to view her warm, pleasurable liquids as they began to leak from her exquisite opening; before landing into a small, wet puddle on the plush sheets below her.

They panted and rested for several long minutes before Sasuke decided to speak; and he cleared his throat to try and grab her attention.

"You know...," he waited for her to meet his gaze fully before continuing; a soft smirk on his lips as he tossed his soiled tissues to the side. "I don't think I would mind it if we did that again; in a few minutes. That is... if you think you're up for it—"

Though she didn't voice her response... the wide smile she gave him indicated that Sakura indeed wouldn't mind doing it again; after she of course had proper time to recover.

Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.