When Sakura sleeps, all she can think about is him. But is it really a dream or is Sasuke somehow causing her to see all of these… hallucinations?

Set in the Naruto Shippuden era.

*Warning: 18+ due to cursing, explicit sexual scenes. I will be using clones. Please… if you are underaged… skip this one!*

—The first—

Day one…

'What in the fuck is going on?'

Her skin was crawling, tingling all over as the sensation of fingertips brushed against her inner thighs. She groaned in her groggy, sleepy state and turned to her side, pulling her knees up and tucking her hands beneath her head. Her eyes had remained closed and her mind foggy when she suddenly felt a dip next to her, as if someone had sat down beside her.

But, that's impossible.

Nobody could enter her room without her knowledge. She was a shinobi after all, her senses were sharp. She would have detected them… their chakra or something at least. Right?

There it was again, the tingling sensation across her skin, only this time… it was against her cheekbone. The gentle, ghostly pressure moved lower; pasted her neck and down her shoulder before something wrapped around her elbow. A hand perhaps?

'What the hell is that?'

Sakura grunted again and jerked away before flipping onto her back. Her pink tresses were splayed half hazardously across her pristine pillowcase, whilst her sheets were now wrapped around her hips; her nightshirt lifted up to reveal her naked, porcelain torso to the cool, crisp air of the night.

Soon, the mysterious sensation returned. Only this time, it danced around her navel. Her insides began to tingle and she felt goosebumps rising across her arms and legs. Now that the pinkette was partially roused from her sleep, she decided to investigate.

Finally, Sakura managed to pluck up the energy needed to peak past her thick, dark lashes, eyes blinking to adjust to the dim lighting in her bedroom given off by the moonlight streaming in through her opened window, until she spotted what had been awakening her from her deep slumber.

Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly silenced by a large, rough, calloused palm clamping over her lips. The large shadow loomed over her; the person pinning her down was a mystery intruder. That is, until he opened his eyes.

If her eyes could widen, they would have as green clashed with a vibrant shade of red. The color reflects the moon's light, causing them to practically glow in the dark. "Shh…," he cooed; voice deep and rich, sending her heart beating and her core tightening. "Don't be afraid, Sa-ku-ra. I won't hurt you."

She couldn't look away if she tried… her body paralyzed in his presence. He released her and yet… she still remained silent, simply staring at Sasuke for what seemed like an eternity before he lowered his body closer to hers; chest to chest. Sasuke's thin lips descended and she gasped when they made contact with hers; her eyes closing involuntarily as the breath hitched in her throat.

Her fingers flexed as he moved lower, her body singing his praise; wanting… no… needing more. More of… him.

He tasted her body, eyes locking onto hers as his tongue drew patterns against her skin; his hands shedding her of her night clothes and brushing along her flesh; the tingling sensation returning full force in the aftermath of his gentle, quiet affections.

She was about to reach out and grasp his hair, wanting to feel how soft and silky or rough and poky the onyx strands would be between her delicate fingers, when—

A loud gasp escaped her before Sakura had sat up swiftly in bed; her body aching in all the right places and dripping with sweat. She scanned the room quickly but thoroughly and yet, there was no sign of him.

No signs of Sasuke Uchiha.

No trace of him what to speak of, and she wondered, was it just a dream? It sure didn't feel like one.

'It felt so… real.'

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—The second—

Two days later…

'What the fuck am I doing?'

A sharp grunt came from above and Sakura lifted her gaze to meet the dark look of her lover. His hands grasped her locks firmly while he pushed her further; her lips encircling his thickened girth (to the hilt) before pulling back to the tip with a loud slurping sound that resonated in her eardrums.

"Oh fuck. That's it…," he growled, eyes flashing from black to red. "Take it; all of it, Sakura. Like the good little girl that I know you are."

Sakura moaned around his cock… anatomy tingling while her core clinched uncomfortably, and her efforts increased tenfold. She hollowed her cheeks as her hands came up to grasp onto his knees; steadying herself as she sucked him harder while her tongue swirled around his length before teasing the bulbous tip. She felt his nails dig into her scalp and forced herself not to gag as he thrust forward; hard. His hip bone pushed against her jaw as he shoved himself down her throat; his face contorted in pleasure.

Tears sprang to the corner of her viridescent orbs, but she ignored them… even as they trickled a warm and wet path down her plump, blush-stained cheeks.

'How in the hell did I even get here in the first place?'

The last thing she remembered before Sasuke appeared was laying down in her bed after a long day of training with her Shishou. Then… this. She wasn't complaining though.

She knew that Sasuke was close when his fingers flexed against her scalp and his breathing pattern had changed. In order to help him reach his peak, she reached between them with one small hand and grasped his scrotum gently; massaging the mass of flesh between thin fingers, pushing her lover over the edge… finally.

He growled her name, low and deep, while he forced his seed down the delicate column of her throat. His visual prowess captured the moment as he gazed at her with an unknown (unreadable and unrecognizable) expression.

He released his grip and she pulled away quickly, gasping for air as he brushed a finger against the corner of her mouth to whip at the residual fluids leaking from her parted lips. "Why… can't I forget you," he whispered; so softly she almost missed it.

"W-what?"

"It's nothing…," he immediately responded; tucking himself back into his trousers before quickly rising from the edge of her mattress in order to readjust the purple rope around his narrow hips. Sakura rose onto slightly shaky legs; her breath catching when he met her gaze. He moved into her, only inches away as he lifted a hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ears gently (almost lovingly) with his rough fingertips.

The tingling was back. She was growing accustomed to its presence… when he was around that is.

"Sasuke-kun," she pleaded but could tell by his expression that it was utterly pointless. Sakura wanted him to stay, for more than just a quickie in the sheets. But that wasn't his style. She looked down at her feet in defeat.

'Even in my dreams I can't get him to stay… I'm pathetic.'

"Sakura…," he called softly and she lifted her gaze to meet his; red as always. A single tear escaped her right eye and he brushed it away with his thumb before placing his hand against the back of her neck. "Maybe… next time."

But she knew he wouldn't. Sasuke would never stay. Not for her, not for anyone.

His eyes were the last thing she saw before a bright light behind her closed eyelids brought her back to the present. Sakura opened her eyes slowly this time… her frame lying prone on her mattress as the soft morning light bathed her body in a golden hue. She stretched; her body sore from the previous day's exercise and she sat up slowly, allowing the sheet to fall lazily to her thighs before lifting her arms above her head to pop her back.

She turned her head to the left as she allowed her arms to fall to her lap and relaxed her posture a little; her bright gaze focused on the tree branches and leaves as they blew softly in the morning breeze; her mind returned to her dreams.

Her thoughts returned to him.

To Sasuke.

She shivered once before rising to her feet; legs dragging her forward as she made her way slowly to her attached bathroom. While showering that morning, she could only wonder what happened to her last night. In the dream that is. Could it even be considered as such?

Because… because—

'It felt so… real.'

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—The third—

Three days later…

'What in the hell is going on?'

"S-Sas… oh god, ahh… fu…," Sakura was panting as she thrashed her head from side to side; arms tugging sharply on the large, human hands restraining her to her mattress. Her lover sat behind her, holding her against him while his clone worked her lower half; his dexterous tongue delving into her sweet cunt as he lapped at her fatty flesh hungrily. "F-fuck, ugh!" She twisted and wiggled but his hands held her down; his lips pulling back slightly as he smirked at her from down below. She tried to glare back, but couldn't.

"Tsk, look at you," her partner purred; lips brushing against her earlobe and sending warm breath fanning across her already heated skin. "So, fucking needy, Sakura. So damn wet for us already."

"P-please, S-Sasuke-kun!"

Sakura Haruno didn't care how needy she sounded; she was desperate for some sort of relief. This torture that her lover was thrusting upon her had seemed to go on for an eternity. She was ready for it to end. But, Sasuke was just getting started it seemed.

He held her tighter.

His clone was working her harder.

Minutes passed with no sign of a climactic ending in sight.

He went until she was just at the edge… before he backed off. Sakura growled at them; seething. "I c-can't. For fucks sake, Sasuke-kun. Just fuck me already!"

Pleased with her reaction he finally consented; nodding at his clone who in turn pulled away, before quickly stripping himself of his clothing. It didn't take him long before he had plunged into her heat, pulling her legs above his shoulders before setting an unforgiving and unrelenting pace. Sakura cried out and wrapped her thighs around his hips, pulling him closer as he rutted into her like a wild beast.

Her real lover watched on, his black eyes focused on their connected bodies while he continued to hold her wrists in a firm grip, preventing her from doing anything other than lay there and take the abuse from his cock… or his clone's cock rather.

She was so close she could practically taste it… and when she felt a finger brush against her clit… taste it she did. Her head tilted back, mouth opening on a silent scream as her eyes met the gaze of a mister Sasuke Uchiha.

Sakura woke up screaming his name, her body drenched in sweat while her sheets were tangled and wrapped firmly around her legs. She lay there panting, eyes focusing on a small crack in her ceiling above her bed… before a warm, tingling sensation in her lower regions drew her attention downwards.

Her eyes widened in realization and she quickly sat up before detangling herself from the tightly bound fabric. She still had her shorts on, but somehow, she felt… dirty.

The pinkette climbed to her feet and made her way to the bathroom before slowly pulling her shorts off her thin hips, where they plopped onto the ground with a gentle thud. She swallowed slowly before looking down.

There, next to her thigh and dripping from her core was a thin trail of a whitish looking substance. Against her better judgment she brought a thin finger down and swiped at it, before bringing it up for closer inspection. A sinking feeling left her feeling nauseous and she had to try and regulate her breathing for fear of hyperventilating. The evidence was there, clearly… but she still couldn't believe it. Sakura began to shake.

That's… impossible.

White…

… sticky…

… and… salty.

No, it's impossible. I would have known… I would have felt something, right? But then again… the dreams. It—

'It felt so… real.'

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—The fourth—

Four days later…

'What… the… fuck…'

Sakura cried out, the hands holding her hair pulled tighter, causing her head to jerk back with the pressure as Sasuke pounded into her relentlessly from behind. Words left his lips as he cursed repeatedly.

At the act.

At the circumstances.

Even at her.

The woman was confused. Why? Why was he doing this? If he felt this way about her, then why was he even here?

Sakura had no time to contemplate this however as one of his hands released her hair; only to come down harshly on the naked flesh of her ass, causing her to cry out and jerk forward to try and escape his wrath. He wouldn't allow it.

Sasuke smacked her skin harder in retaliation, leaving an angry red welt in its place. His hand yanked her head back again, forcing her to meet his angry gaze. His expression soured further.

"Just stay still, damn it. Fuck. Why? Why are you…? Just, shit… WHY?"

'Why what? Why the hell is he doing this?'

He shoved her down with a grunt, forcing her head against the pillows and her back to bend; leaving her ass in the air while he continued to pound continuously into her dripping sex.

Sakura felt a single tear escape and plop onto the pillows, her knuckles turning white against the fabric beneath her while she tried to hold back a sorrowful sob. He refused to look at her after that, did nothing to help her ease the ache between her thighs and when he was done, he left without a word.

Leaving her broken and feeling distraught and forlorn.

The next morning, she woke up early, but continued to lay in bed; immense grief consuming her heart… and leaving her shattered and defeated. Her skin was painful where he had… wait, it was just a dream… right? But it… it felt so—

'It felt so… real.'

But this was the one time that Sakura wished that it hadn't.

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—The fifth—

Five days later…

'What in the fuck is going on?'

Her skin was crawling, tingling all over as the sensation of fingertips brushed against her jaw. Sakura groaned softly and was about to turn over when she heard it. Her name, softly spoken; as if the person was almost scared to wake her. A blurry figure appeared beside her when she opened her eyes and after blinking the sleep away, several times, she was finally able to focus on it. On—

"S-Sasuke-kun," she breathed; almost shyly but also out of slight curiosity. This wasn't how he usually came to her, in her dreams. She still wasn't sure if they were dreams or… hallucinations. Either way, she was surprised to see him.

She sat up slowly, ignoring the way he visibly flinched and how it hurt her heart. She pulled away from him slightly but was surprised when he leaned closer… though he refused to meet her worried gaze.

"I'm sorry."

She almost hadn't heard him and assumed that's why he moved closer; so that she could. She struggled to come up with something, anything to say… before finally settling on the obvious. She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ears before swallowing. "What for?"

Sasuke hesitated, Sakura saw it in the way that his jawline tightened and his onyx eyes narrowed. "For the way I have been treating you. It's not right, Sakura. You deserve much better."

"I don't understand. What…"

"Back then…," he started, his eyes closing. "The bench… during our reunion… and… now. This."

"Sasuke…"

"You don't need to say anything," he insisted, finally lifting his eyes to meet hers; an unknown expression taking hold and causing her muscle to beat a little faster behind her ribcage. "I've been selfish with you. I've taken advantage of you. I've done horrible, dishonorable things to you and I—"

She couldn't help it. She moved to his side swiftly before wrapping her arms around his neck, halting his apologies and causing his body to stiffen at the sudden, unexpected contact. She nuzzled into his neck and brushed her lips lightly against him. Something she wouldn't have dreamed of doing if this was real. But it was a dream, so it was fine. Right?

"Don't. I wouldn't have done anything I didn't want to. I did it because… well because I lo—"

He cut her off by pulling away and kissing her. His thin lips molding perfectly with hers while he used his body to push her backwards; laying her down gently on the mattress below. He pulled away for a breath of air before whispering against her lips. "I know. You don't have to say it."

"But what if I want to…," she asked; arms wrapping around his shoulders while her legs rested on either side of his narrow hips as he hovered above her.

His thin lips pulled back into a small smirk and he made a sound in the back of his throat before leaning closer to nip at her throat. "Annoying," he whispered; hands moving to brush against her sides gently, almost tentatively. Sakura lifted up slightly to give him a silent go ahead. That night, in her dream, they made love.

It wasn't harsh and punishing like the last time.

It wasn't wild and erotic like the time before that.

And it wasn't spur of the moment like the other ones.

That night, when she fell asleep, he was next to her, softly running his fingers through her pink hair and gazing into her green eyes until they finally closed due to exhaustion.

The next morning, she awoke… alone. But she wasn't sad this time. Or anxious. Or any of the previous emotions she had felt before this. Sakura Haruno felt… content.

Content that her love for Sasuke Uchiha was genuine.

Content that she could make it through this time, until he finally returned to them. To Konoha… to her.

And content that even though she knew she was dreaming this whole time… Sakura still felt something for him. A connection that she would fight tooth and nail to protect.

But the dreams… they would probably plague her for a while longer. Because… well—

They just felt so… real.

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.