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Birthday celebrations turn hot and heavy as Sasuke's fantasies are turned into reality.

(A sasusaku Boruto era smutty one-shot)

—Finally, home—

It was nearly twilight when Sasuke had finally managed to make his way home; attempting to navigate the back roads and side streets of Konohagakure… so as not to be detected by a certain Hokage. The Uchiha patriarch didn't feel like dealing with his best friend tonight, of all nights. His only wish was to spend a little time with his family… before allowing slumber to take hold of him in the comfort of his wife's warm and loving embrace.

As soon as he trudged up the steps and opened the front door to his humble abode—

"Welcome home, Papa!"

A blur of maroon and black barreled towards him, and Sasuke only had a moment to react before small arms wrapped around his muscular torso tightly.

His lone arm instinctively pulled his offspring closer and a soft smile graced his lips when he gazed down at his only daughter and realized that she was smiling up at him with such jubilation, that it was hard not to feel it tightening the soft muscle resting behind his sternum.

'I'm… home.'

"How was your mission, Papa," Sarada asked excitedly while helping her father put his cloak away. Sasuke felt an ease take hold of his muscles… and his hardened body relaxed the longer he stayed in her presence. His daughter had that effect on people. 'She got it from her mother,' Sasuke thought while allowing his only child to pull him along behind her.

"It was fine," he said; voice low and calm.

Sarada Uchiha pulled her Papa towards the quaint little kitchen that was just down the hall and as soon as they entered, the scent of onigiri hit his nostrils; sending him back in time… for a brief moment… to when he would come home from the Academy and his mother would be in their kitchen cooking his most favorite of dishes.

Sasuke was brought back to the present when his wife called out to him. "Welcome home, Anata," the pinkette spoke softly while wiping her hands on her apron, and coming over to give her husband a gentle peck on the jawline. Their young daughter pretended not to notice this and busied herself with cutting up the remaining vegetables, then placed them in the bowl with the other ingredients.

The blush on her porcelain cheeks however, indicated her slight embarrassment at her parents' "lovey-dovey" behavior. "So… how long will you be home this time… Papa," she asked curiously, trying to distract them from the growing tension in the room. She cleared her throat loudly, while she forced a smile to her lips.

Sasuke glanced at her with a raised brow before taking his usual seat at the table; eyes shifting to his wife for a moment before reverting back to his daughter. "A few days; give or take. I have a few things that I'm looking into, before I leave." Sarada's face turned sad, but she quickly shifted to one of excitement.

"Do you think we could practice some jutsus while you are here, Papa? I was hoping to perfect at least one of them, before my next mission."

"Hai."

Sarada squealed and began to carry on a conversation with her Papa while Sakura finished up with dinner; the woman humming quietly to herself… happy to have her husband home on his birthday.

—After dinner—

"I know you don't like sweets, Papa, but… Mama and I made you something anyway. Happy Birthday!" Sasuke observed the small cake that she placed in front of him with slight appreciation; the scent of it hitting him… and causing his nose to crinkle at its potency. 'Sweet… it's going to be sweet. The only sweet thing that I like is…' His eyes shifted to the Uchiha matriarch, whose smile was as bright as the afternoon sun.

Sakura giggled girlishly and nudged her husband in the calves from underneath the table with her bare feet. He hid a knowing smirk behind long and calloused fingers, while distracting himself by looking at the dessert once more. "Well why don't you try it," Sakura insisted; voice laced with hidden meaning that would only be known to him.

"What is it," he asked, uneasiness clear in his timbre.

"Just try it, Papa," Sarada laughed and placed a fork in his outstretched hand. "I think you will like it." Slowly he sliced a small piece of the decadent treat from its edge and brought it to his parted lips. The first flavor that hit him as he began to chew on the sponge-like cake was indeed sweet, but it quickly dissipated and transformed into something that was… salty, no… sour maybe?

Sasuke wasn't quite sure and the more he chewed, the harder it was to decipher the unique flavor's origins. He swallowed and looked at the two women sitting across from him, who sat with their hands and fingers steepled at their chins; a bubbling, nearly palpable excitement… that he assumed stemmed from the pair's eagerness to hear his thoughts… clearly evident in their features. He had to admit that it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought that it would be, and told them as much; eliciting soft and excited yammering from his family.

—During dishes—

"I'm glad you liked it Papa, but it's your birthday… you don't have to help with the dishes you know…," Sarada stated but Sasuke only hummed when she handed him another plate to dry. With his wife being called in for an emergency, he figured it was the least that he could do. "Oh, did I tell you; my next mission is in two weeks!"

"What is it?"

"It's just a simple escort mission… but we get to go to Sunagakure! I'm excited to see Kazekage-sama and Shinki again!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! You know Papa, they said that they would be—"

Being able to converse so openly with his daughter like this…made Sasuke painfully aware of all of the missed opportunities that he could have had with her before now; if he hadn't been gone for so long. But even still, being able to be here with her right now, was all that he needed to make him feel at ease once more; to feel at home.

Well, that, and his beautiful wife of course. Who should be home any minute now?

—She's home—

"I'm home," his wife's voice drifted in from the front hall and Sasuke stood before making his way towards her, stopping in the doorway to watch as Sakura slipped the small heels from her aching feet. The matriarch rubbed at the soles of her feet slowly while giving him a loving smile. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier, Anata. My replacement had no idea what she was doing… so I had to assist. I need to give her some more training… but, I just haven't had the time lately to do so."

She stood and stretched, arms coming up and over her head, while she closed her green eyes; spine arching (unknowingly) into a sensual bend, seductively pushing her plump breast outwards. Sasuke had reached her in seconds; his arm wrapping around her middle… to pull her close, while his head bent to place a loving kiss to the crook of her neck. "I've missed you, dear wife."

His body ached for her, hardening in places that had been neglected for far too long, and when she wrapped her arms around his neck to lean into him, he couldn't hold back from kissing her; soft lips molding to his in a twisted and tangled web of seduction and desire.

They pulled apart, forehead pressing against forehead, while Sakura licked her lips; eyes flickering to his own before she met his lustful gaze once more. "Sarada, is she…"

"She's asleep."

"Good. How about…," Sakura whispered, while playing with the fine, dark hairs on the nape of his neck. "How about you go and take a quick shower, Anata… while I prepare your surprise. I've got a little something special in mind."

His lips twitched and his cock pulsed at the prospect of what his wife's surprise could be; but, instead of asking her, he allowed his arm to fall to his side, before giving her a quick, impassioned kiss and then making his way down the hall and towards the bathroom; his silent understanding and agreement to her request.

—After his shower—

He toweled his hair and body quickly, before tossing on a pair of loose-fitting shorts. He neglected to don a shirt because he knew it would probably be an unnecessary endeavor. His appetite had only grown more insatiable after his shower; leaving the patriarch being more than eager to see what surprises his wife would be giving him. It was, in fact, the only way he wished to celebrate such an occasion as his birthday; a little family bonding time with Sarada… before some much needed "alone time" with his wife to help re-acquaintance himself with her delectable body.

The first thing he saw when he entered the kitchen was pink… and lots of it. Starting from his wife's hair… then going all the way to the flowery apron she was wearing which held hints of other…more neutral colors…mixed in; but pink was definitely the primary color it had to be said. Sakura motioned for her husband to approach the counter that she was standing behind but only after the patriarch had drunk his fill of her.

He advanced, ever so slowly, as his mismatched eyes focused on her deceitfully demure appearance; drawn to the way that his wife pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth tantalizingly… before landing on the smooth, pale skin just beneath her apron. It was then, when his eyes narrowed, (at the place where fabric met flesh) before widening when he realized that his wife (the minx) was wearing nothing underneath. His pulse quickened while his blood rushed southward; to the large and engorged appendage dangling, no… straining, between his legs.

"Tsuma… why are you naked?"

"I don't know what you mean, Sasuke-kun…," she said; though the hint of lustful undertone in her voice said otherwise, and served to stir, and twist, his poor guts in the best possible way. His thick shaft twitched when his wife's viridescent orbs shifted downwards, to catch on the large tent in his pants, with her heated gaze. "Are you… hungry, Anata? I made you something…"

"Starving…," he declared slowly; hand reaching for her petal-pink hair as he approached her; before he knitted his extremities between the silky strands to bring her closer. His lips crashed against hers, and he heard her sigh softly against his mouth, while leaning into him.

She pulled away; her eyes delicately hooded while she played with the elastic band that was hanging loosely on his hips with her fingertips. "Let me show you what I had in mind, Sasuke-kun." Sakura reached behind her back, before holding up a small platter between them; and on that porcelain throne sat—

"Tomatoes," he questioned curiously; dark brow raising as he gazed at his wife's face; which heated slightly in embarrassment… while she began to stumble over her own words as she tried to explain herself.

"Yeah," Sakura whispered, while tucking a hair behind her ear. "I thought that we could… you know, use them like we did… with the… with the…"

"Hmm…," he hummed, before taking the plate from her hand and leaning in to silence her rambling with his lips and tongue. He expertly eased the anxiety plaguing his wife… while simultaneously switching their positions so that he had her pressed against the marble countertop while brushing his fingers down her sides.

She whispered his name between them while her small fingers tangled between the strands of hair at the back of his head; one of her legs brushing up his calf before resting against his hip bone. The space between them now, was minuscule at best; his throbbing, aching need was noticeable (more than ever) as it brushed, pushed, against her abdomen firmly. Sakura moaned when her lover found his way beneath the material bunching up at her waist with his fingers; playing with the sensitive and delectable skin that rested just above her sex.

He pulled away to gaze at her… breath heavy between them while he tried to show at least a little restraint that the Uchiha family had been known for. He was aching for her; a twinge zapping straight to his balls when she gyrated leisurely against his clothed cock. He hissed between his teeth and gripped onto her hip more firmly. "Sakura…," Sasuke huffed, inclining his head slightly before continuing. "Lay back on the counter."

Her eyes widened. "B-but, I…"

"Sakura… now."

She swallowed…forcefully…and exhaled slowly, before nodding. He helped her by wrapping his forearm under her knees and then lifting her up when she jumped.

Sakura shivered when the cool texture pressed against her ass and thighs, but she complied with his demands and seconds later her bare backside was flush with the creamy-colored surface.

Sasuke pulled the plate closer, and brushed his fingers against her collarbone; then wrapped his hand around her waist before dragging his wife to the smooth edge of the countertop. With her legs now dangling over the side, he advanced… with purposeful intentions.

He grasped her thin wrist and held her arm in place; as he gave her a look that said 'there will be retribution if you choose to disobey me, wife', before reaching for a thin slice of the juice, red fruit. Sasuke placed the piece on her forearm then (slowly) he bent at the hips to lean over her; his hand moving to press down on her waist (anticipating his wife's response) while his mouth came to brush lightly along the expanse of smooth, pale skin until he had reached his prize.

With precise movements, his teeth and tongue worked the ripened fruit into his mouth, before he bit down; all the while his eyes remained locked with hers. Reddish liquid oozed from his lips; dripping down his chin to fall across her delicate flesh. Sasuke smirked at her before descending; tongue lapping at the juice while his wife's torso bolted upright. Sakura gasped and then moaned, low and deep, as he held her down; his lips still twisted upwards, while she writhed and wiggled beneath him.

"S-Sasuke," she groaned; fingers twisting into his dark hair, then pulling the strands taunt, as the woman tried to find something to ground herself to; desire flooding all of her senses and making her completely paralyzed to anything else.

She was drowning in him as he continued; first with her arms… and then with her chest, before making his way lower; until Sasuke was hovering just above her damp, glistening folds. She was a panting and moaning mess, having been fully tuned to the highest pitch… but being unable to make it over the edges of bliss… due to her lover's teasing ways.

She called out to his softer side, begging and pleading, but Sasuke refused…stating that he was going to finish his meal first, before making his way to the… dessert.

He reminded her that she wanted this.

She asked for this.

It was all because of her.

He licked; leisurely at first before growing into a quicker rhythm. He sucked on her bundle of nerves… elated in the joyful mewls coming from his pink-haired wife. He tasted her sweet essence against his taste buds… and his eyes darkened. When she absolutely couldn't take it anymore, Sakura used a little chakra and forced his head to lift from her core. She pleaded with her gaze to get some form of relief, and he finally took pity on her; his body reaching its own limited amount of restraint.

He lifted to kiss her lips soundly while using his hand to tug his shorts past his hips; letting them pool at his feet and onto the wooden floorboards, forgotten in his haste to mount and dominate his female. He savagely threw up the bottom of her apron, so that it rested against her lower belly, before adjusting himself so he was directly in front of her entrance.

With one smooth motion, he was seated within her; her tight walls claiming him as she cried out against his lips while his wet muscle tangled with hers… to silence her screams of pleasure as he began to thrust.

In and out.

Fast… faster… even faster—

'Damn it…'

"S-Sasuke… ahh… I… oh, fuck… I…"

She threw her head back, exposing the delicate pillar of her throat while she thrashed about; hands moving to grasp onto his shoulders while her legs drew up to wrap around his hips.

"Fuck… Sakura. So… ugh… tight."

"Yes… please, Anata… more! Yes, more!"

"S-Sakura, I can't…" Sasuke was left unable to speak, when her walls constructed around his girth tightly; her lips twisting up indicated to him that it was done so on purpose. "S-stop… Sakura. Unless you… fuck…"

She refused to listen to him. Her body demanded more of him than he wished to give. He wanted this to last… but he knew that it wouldn't. Months of repressing his baser needs had filled him with too much pent-up fluids and not enough remaining stamina to surge past the need for release.

His mismatched eyes closed and he groaned… before pressing onwards. Hips moving in time with his lovers as their frenzied dance became much more urgent. He opened his eyes (black now swirling with red) while his lone hand grasped onto Sakura's shoulder to hold her in place. Sasuke pounded into her, continuously driving Sakura into the hard marble as he dominated her body; all the while her walls continued to clench and pull. His wife's determination to make him come, overriding her own desire for relief.

But, Sasuke wouldn't allow her to be so selfish. He was determined that… after all this time of being apart… he was going to make sure that Sakura remember every single fucking second of this; of their first time… being joined back together.

The patriarch released his grip to grasp the ties at her nape; pulling on them only once before tugging down the flowery material that shielded her bosom from his lustful gaze. The fatty tissue bounced erotically, as his pace increased. His fingers moved to trace the outline of one before he held the perky mound in his palm. He pinched her hardened bud between calloused fingers and twisted; eliciting an excited moan from the pinkette while his gaze moved to hold hers once more; Uchiha eyes (memorized) memorizing the sight of her flushed and vulnerable features.

"Sakura, touch yourself."

Without hesitation, she released her hold on his arm with one hand and reached between her legs, where they were joined. His eyes fell to the sight; his breath uneven and hitching in the back of his throat on a low grunt as he watched her fingertips circling the sensitive flesh repeatedly; determined to bring herself there with him… alongside him.

Heat.

Pleasure.

Desire.

It finally was too much, sending the man over the edge and he growled his release against her chest. Sakura followed seconds after, screaming his name for all to hear; only thankful afterwards that she had placed a jutsu over the room, so that their daughter wouldn't be subjected to their… romantic tryst.

Sakura panted and went lax beneath him; his weight settling comfortably against her while he remained fully sheathed within her heat. She felt their liquids oozing down her thighs, but ignored it and rubbed her fingers along her lover's spine in a tender, silent expression of her gratitude. "Anata," she whispered after a while and he lifted onto his elbows to look down at her. "Happy Birthday."

Sasuke smiled… a sincere gesture that had her heart beating anew. He placed a gentle kiss on her temple, before pulling away to look her in the eyes.

"Thank you, Sakura."

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.