Sasuke has always loved his wife's hands.

A Sasusaku Boruto era (but, with some flashbacks) smutty one-shot.

'So… soft. So… delicate. So… delectable.'

"Oh, oh… o-oh god… S-Sasuke… I—"

"Shh," the dark-haired nin mumbled, throat constricting as he swallowed while his mouth remained full of her essence that he was licking and sucking from her own fingers. "Sakura," he purred, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat and a soft whimper bubbled upwards from her lungs while her heavily lidded eyes remained fixated on his movements. Her fingers slipped from his lips with a loud pop and his eyes darkened significantly while he held her firmly in his grasp. "Why… would you do this… when you knew I was coming home?"

Sasuke indicated his point by lifting her fingers higher into the air between them. "Why not just ask me?" He examined them once more before lacing them together with his and then lowering them between them, forcing her palm open to press against her sensitive clit while her fingers followed his and plunged into her now hot and dripping folds. A sharp gasp was heard from his wife and her eyes watched as he began to move their hands in a steady, practiced rhythm.

He remembers her doing this when they were younger; sneaking away during their travels when she would get even a little flustered from him exposing his chest after removing his sweat soaked shirt during a mini training session or when he would come back to their small, makeshift camp with just a towel wrapped around his hips because he had forgotten to bring his clothing to the river bank for when he was done bathing.

—flashback—

He was panting; out of breath after the vigorous activity that he had just forced his body to endure; and maybe wearing a solid black shirt didn't help matters because it helped to draw in the heat instead of pushing it away, forcing it to cling to his body as he worked through the different routines with his katana.

Sweat pooled at Sasuke's nap as he used a small cloth to wipe the dripping liquids from his forehead and brow while his chest rose and fell rapidly. The young Uchiha had definitely pushed himself way too hard today, but that always seemed to be the case when it came to his training; more often than not.

Sasuke glanced sideways and noticed that Sakura was sitting on a rounded stump near the firewood; a needle and thread in hand while she worked to fix a few rips that they both had acquired a few days ago during a small fight with some rogues.

"Sakura." He waited for her to look up at him before he continued. "I'm going to take a bath."

"Okay, that's fine. I will work on getting dinner ready in a few minutes, Sasuke-kun after I get finished with this shirt."

He only hummed in response before grabbing the hem of his shirt and then lifted it swiftly before dropping it to his side and allowing the cool afternoon breeze to kiss his heated skin. Beads of sweat dripped from between the sharp angles of his toned form… after making their descent from his throat… but he ignored them, for the time being. He closed his eyes instead and began to roll his shoulders; arms and chest flexing slightly as he worked to ease his tired and aching muscles. When he opened his eyes and looked forward once again—

"Sakura, are you okay?"

He watched her throat bob slowly; her eyes fixated on his lower abdomen before she slowly placed her work to the side and stood up. Her eyes raked him, sending warm heat to his lower regions almost immediately but she shook her head quickly and lifted her gaze to meet his; her once pale cheeks now blazing a vibrant shade of pink as she forced a soft smile to her plump lips.

"I'm fine, I just need to stretch my legs for a minute. No need to worry. It's just a cramp. I'll be back shortly."

And with that, she was gone.

—end of flashback—

His mind shifted slightly as more images flashed before him; his mismatched orbs closing for a moment, while he focused on them.

He remembers hearing her; listening, ears straining to pick up the subtle, subdued and muffled pitched moans that would be feverishly fleeing her lips while one of her hands claimed a place over her mouth (or her teeth bit onto her fingers or shirt) while the other hand rested between her clothed legs; her hand tucked neatly down her tight skirt where he could just make out the outline of her fingers moving aggressively against her skin in the dim evening light.

—flashback—

When Sakura hadn't come back in a timely manner, he began to worry and went out searching for her. That's when he found her; back pressed firmly against a tree trunk while her body twisted wildly in the tiny but dense brush. Small but breathy murmurs and fabric shuffling reached his ears in the space between them… pulling his brows down in confusion.

At first, Sasuke had no idea what she was doing but as soon as he came around to the other side, in the more open area, he saw it… and his mouth ran dry.

There she was with her head thrown back; eyes closed tightly whilst a hand was resting firmly between her parted legs. The young man couldn't see what she was doing, due to the fabric of her skirt blocking his vision, but from past experience… he could vividly imagine it; thanks to his family's visual prowess. He took a small step forward just as a sharp and muffled cry emanated from her covered mouth; his cock eager to join in her rough play.

—end of flashback—

He should have known all along what she was doing.

For he had done it many times himself, when she was unaware or otherwise preoccupied with either a short nap or bath; possibly even hunting… or fishing for their evening meal while he was supposed to be preparing the fire (which he somehow always managed to do in time to keep her unaware).

So, this time around came as no surprise to him either. Him walking into his family's home… from an extended period of traveling and expecting a warm meal on the table with his wife greeting him… with her usual warm smile. But in reality, it had ended with the house being completely dark and quiet, except for muffled shuffling from the direction of their bedroom. When Sasuke had silently (stealthily) entered, that is when he found her.

Legs spread wide…

… pants and panties at her ankles…

… head thrown back against his pillow…

… and a hand between her thighs.

Black had shifted and mingled with red as he continued to simply stare at her; watching and waiting for the right opportunity to pounce.

He let her finish; Sakura unaware of his presence while she worked her body to completion. Hips lifted, eyelids fluttered, back arched, and body grew taunt whilst his name slipped from her plump lips softly; then her frame shuddered (almost violently) before finally relaxing against their bed sheets indicating her intense pleasure had finally subsided.

It wasn't until he called out to her (his voice deep and husky) that she finally acknowledged him. She jumped, eyes flinging open before seeking him out, all while her tongue licked and her bare chest heaved. Sakura sat up; her body shaking as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and closed her legs slightly.

"A-Anata, I… (swallow) I wasn't expecting you home so soon… (shift) your umm letter said…"

He ignored her rambling and approached her; slow and steady while his cloak fell to the floor. Their eyes held each other as he lifted her hand from where it seems to be permanently frozen against her core, and his grasp was tight on her wrist as he brought it up… higher and higher and higher still until—

And this is where they were, Sakura watching him suck the life out of her thin digits before plunging their hands down to work her body once more. She fell back, eyes fluttering closed while her hips jerked in time with their movements. Her other hand wrapped around the back of his neck and she pulled him down for a heated kiss; using both her mouth and tongue to communicate with him, since words seemed to escape her… for the time being.

He didn't need her to respond to his questions anyway. He would get his answers later.

…

…..

…

Sakura's moaning had grown louder and more intense and Sasuke was just thankful that their only daughter was away on a mission… and wouldn't be subjected to hearing her parents "going at it like animals" (Naruto's words, not his). His grip on her wrists tightened and he lifted them higher up on the mattress, his hips thrusting ahead while his cock easily slipped between her damp folds before plunging into her heat.

"Ahh! S-Sasu—"

Her breast bounced with his movements and her eyes held his… while she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her hands flexed when her fingertips began to tingle, but his grip held her firmly in place while he continued to pound into her.

"I… c-can't… ugh… p-please!"

Harder.

Faster.

Stronger.

He wasn't letting up; he wasn't letting her go; he wasn't giving into his own release…. until he drove her crazy; drove her over the edge. Sasuke's middle finger lifted, pressing against the roughened skin on her palm and he began to stroke. His hips pressed downward, firmly pushing against the aching pulse at the top of her cunt and sending jolts of pleasure shooting along her spine.

Her back arched in the middle instinctively… pressing upwards to shove her chest against his. She screamed when his tip hit the roof of her core. "S-Sasuke, h-ha…" She couldn't speak, but he knew what she needed. His eyes shifted and closed briefly before opening to reveal a deep shade of red; his family's kekkei genkai.

Dark light erupted from his injured arm seconds after, a skeleton appearing in the mist-like structure before he switched his position. Now, it was his powerful susanno hand holding her down while his real one moved to her core. He watched as she came undone beneath him.

Dark green eyes rolling…

… hips thrusting…

… body stiffening…

… walls clenching—

"Oh… god! Sasuke!"

"F-fuck…," the patriarch hissed under his breath as his hips snapped one final time; his hot seed emptying into her. Sakura was panting harshly when he released her hands, his eyes changing back to their normal, black and purple color, while he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms loosely around his upper back and lazily kissed his sweaty temple.

With his body now at ease… his mind began to wander again.

—flashback—

"Sakura!"

Sasuke held his partner close; his arm wrapped around her lower back while his hand held onto her slim waist tightly. His face was buried in her shoulder and he was panting harshly as she slowly lowered her legs back to the ground.

He pulled away gently and placed a soft kiss to her forehead before resting his own there. "I love you," he heard her whisper and a soft smile pulled the corner of his lips upwards.

"I love you too, Sakura… and for the record," he pulled away with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Next time you want to do... that… just ask me to help you, okay."

The heated blush that rose on her cheeks made him snort and Sakura slapped his chest, reprimanding him, before burying her face in his front. Sasuke simply pulled her closer and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

—end of flashback—

He was brought back to the present by soft and gentle lips being placed upon his cheeks and jawline and as he looked down, he noticed that Sakura was smirking up at him. Sasuke raised a brow in silent question; and his wife just shook her head. "I was calling you. Where did you go, Anata?"

He sighed. "It's nothing. Just thinking."

"You seem to do that a lot lately…," Sakura whispered while brushing his bangs away from his eyes. "Care to share what's on your mind?"

He bent down and kissed her lips soundly. "You. You're on my mind, Tsuma… and what I want to do to you…," he breathed out as he rocked his hips forward; pushing against hers in order to help hold his flaccid cock inside of her. Sakura arched her back and squirmed beneath him, trying to wiggle away.

"A-Anata, I need a break… let me shower first."

"Hmm," he mumbled whilst kissing her throat. "Let me shower with you." He sucked on her pulse and felt her heartbeat just a little bit fast where his chest still rested against hers. She gave him a playful glare and wiggled her hips suggestively.

"It's not going to be just a shower, is it?"

"No."

Sakura pretended to contemplate for a moment before using her chakra enhanced strength to change their positions, leaving her sitting firmly on top of his hips. She leaned down, sharp fingernails grazing his chest, and pressed her lips against his ear. "I guess you can join me… but you better help me shower afterwards."

"With pleasure," he growled, blunt teeth nipping at her skin while his arm wrapped firmly around her abdomen then before the pinkette could even comprehend what was happening, Sasuke had hoisted her up… and was now walking with her towards their attached bathroom. He was fully ready now to continue with their fun; for it had been a long time since he had spent any amount of time with his wife… and he had fucking missed her.

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.