The prompt I was give; thank you AClarkpaint:

"Remind me what it feels like to be loved by you because I haven't seen you in some amount of years and I missed you like hell."

A sasusaku Boruto Era smut!

(I should probably put this in my snippet section, but I'm not lol)

Sasuke watched intently from his position on the living room couch, as Sakura busied herself with scrubbing the kitchen counters (nearly spotless) from tonight's dinner; having admittedly insisted that her husband go and just "relax" for a bit... while she finished up in the kitchen by herself.

Their daughter had already excused herself and retired for the evening; so now, it was just the two of them and Sasuke had ideas on how they could spend their time; but being patient (tonight of all nights) was getting harder and harder to do with each passing second.

His legs bounced slightly while his digits twitched where they rested against one of his kneecaps; mismatched eyes lingered on his wife's backside, before he slowly allowed them to trace the soft and delicate curvature of her female form.

He couldn't believe that it had been so long since he had last laid his eyes on her. Years and years were an awful long time to be away from your life partner, but even still he found that Sakura never changed. She looked exactly the same as he remembered; just as stunningly beautiful as ever.

The patriarch found that he couldn't relax and so he stood up slowly before going to her; observing the Uchiha crest that she proudly worn upon her clothing with a feeling of home and longing in his heart. As he drew nearer however, a renewed (all too familiar) heat began to grow in his lower belly, before pooling in his groin.

He visibly swallowed while taking a deep breath; drawing in her sweet scent. When he was just a few centimeters from her, his lone arm reached out to wrap around her tiny waist; drawing her body against his as he nuzzled his cheek against her neck.

He felt her stiffen at the unexpected contact, but soon she was like putty in his hand; body melting against him and fitting against his perfectly. "Hn, Sakura."

"Yeah..."

"Let's go to bed now," he hummed while placing gentle kisses along her bare skin. He sensed the chakra spike within her and could feel her heart hammering wildly against his arm where he held her tightly. Sasuke knew that she could feel his rapidly growing arousal pressing firmly against her cheeks and smirked when the medic opened her mouth to speak, but a simple squeak was the only sound to be heard.

She cleared her throat and tried again, while her fingers wrapped tightly around the white cloth in her hand. "B-but... I'm n-not... S-Sasuke-kun, I... I need to—"

He pushed against her backside harder; eliciting a sharp, pleasurable gasp from her pretty mouth. "We (kiss) can finish later. Bedroom, (suck) now." It wasn't as if he was giving his wife a choice in the matter because within just a few seconds, he had teleported them (using his visual prowess) to their bedroom. Sakura swayed on her feet before turning to smack his chest playfully.

"Anata! Why did you—"

His lips crashed against hers in a fevered frenzy. It had been far too long since he had been in the private company of his wife, and he refused to let it go by with simple conversation; at least for now anyway. Sasuke Uchiha was a hot-blooded man, and a married man one at that; with desires and needs that could only be fulfilled by one person... and she was currently wrapping her body around his and kissing him like a starved lioness; eager to take whatever he had to offer. He knew that Sakura had been just as desperate for him as he had been for her; her current actions proved it.

"Sakura," he whispered against her lips, while his fingers danced against the clasp of her red qipao and his hips brushed against her midriff; exciting a feminine sound from the woman's plump lips. "Remind me what it feels like, to be loved by you. Because I haven't seen you in such a long time... and fuck, I've missed you like hell."

She pulled him with her by the collar of his shirt; guiding him to their bed as their lips and tongues continued to taste and tease one another. The sound of fabric tearing grabbed his attention and caused him to pull away slightly.

When he looked down and spotted the shredded remains of his t-shirt, in a half-hazard pile at his feet, he looked back up at her with a bemused expression. The pinkette blushed as brightly as her hair and quickly averted her eyes. "Shut up," she hissed in embarrassment; though clearly not enough... for his pants and underwear soon met the same fate. She shrugged. "It's been a while."

Before he could respond, with a snarky comment of his own, her delicate fingers distracted him by running the length of his bare torso; prior to her palm coming to rest upon his muscular chest. His cock twitched and he was about to lean in to kiss her again when she gave him a rough shove.

The breath was pushed from his lungs for a few seconds when his back slammed against the bed and his entire body was jarred slightly when his wife's weight settled upon him a moment later.

Sasuke looked up at her as she adjusted herself above him; his large hand automatically finding purchase in the curve of her hip and thigh. He felt her wetness brush his length and hissed while his teeth clamped tightly shut. 'This isn't going to be like last time,' he thought. 'I won't be able to last for very long.' He felt obligated to let her know, but worded escaped him when Sakura ground herself against him; his cock slipping between her folds, but still... he wasn't given access to the sweet heat that was deep within her core. 'She's being a damn tease...'

"Sakura," he growled; mismatched eyes flashing and grip tightening. "Don't—"

"Shh," the minx cooed while shifting again; hands coming to splay against his chest while her body bowed slightly in the middle. He groaned when he felt her rub against him... over and over again; hot pants coming from her opened mouth, while her head was tossed to the side. "I know."

She allowed her body to rock forwards, aligning his tip with her slit. Slowly, (painfully so) Sakura pushed down, until he finally felt the heat of her core wrap tightly around his shaft. He couldn't (or maybe he wouldn't) stop the feral growl from escaping his throat when he was fully encased with her tight body.

She moved at a slower pace than he would have preferred but nonetheless, the pleasure she was providing him with was indescribable. "So, tight," he praised... while his lone hand moved to brush against her swaying breast; the sensitivity of her naked flesh sent goosebumps down her arms.

She never released his gaze as she leaned into him, allowing for his mouth to work her cleavage so his hand could—

"S-Sasuke-kun, oh... I... ahh!"

It may have been years since they had been in physical contact, but thanks to muscle memory... and also his visual abilities... Sasuke was able to successfully accomplish what he desired.

Her completion.

He watched, totally enraptured by her beauty as her emerald eyes rolled to the back of her head; her body growing stiff above him while her walls tightened around his hardness. Unable to hold back any longer, he soon followed as the earth shattered around him and stars danced before his vision. He was in complete and utter bliss.

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.