Sakura Haruno has starred in over 30 different pornos to date (solely, of course) to help pay for her college tuition. But this time, things would be a little different… the stakes would be much higher and the pay, well worth it. But after she's had him once, will once ever be enough?
A sasusaku smut-filled one-shot. (They are around 23.)
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—Blindfolded—
There Sakura sat, in a maroon-colored, satin robe with her morning coffee in one hand, while the other one held onto the script for today's scene as her emerald irises scanned its contents thoroughly.
… two partners, a teacher and student scenario… with the woman lying on a desktop… blindfolded. The man will eat her—
Wait, what!?
Her brows creased and her eyes scanned the paper once again before she looked up to meet the bored gaze of her agent. "This will be my first co-star scenario…," she asked with mild confusion. Tsunade only shrugged her shoulders.
"It was either this or a kidnapping… plus rape scene, Sak." Sakura's expression grew sour at the mention of the latter, and Tsunade's lips twitched at the corners. "I thought that you would feel that way. Besides, the director assured me the man he paired you with is an experienced one and will go really easy on you this time since it's your first time with someone else."
She still felt uneasy about the whole thing, but finally gave in with a sigh. She needed the money, desperately. Sakura just hoped that the director wasn't wrong. 'I… guess that is settled…,' she thought as she flipped the script over in her hands, eyes narrowing at the contents. 'But then, who will be my partner?' Viridescent eyes grew wide. 'Oh boy.'
30 minutes later…
"Miss Haruno, please try to relax." She could feel her heart pounding away in her ribcage, a rhythm of epic proportions and desperately tried to take several much needed (deep) breaths as she turned slightly toward the director's voice.
"I'm sorry," she said offhandedly as she licked her lips, her vision compromised by the black fabric against her lashes. She could hear the crew moving around her, preparing the right equipment and such needed to pull off this scene with perfect clarity. She hoped they got it right the first time and she wouldn't have to do this again.
She briefly wondered if her male co-star was here yet and rubbed her thighs together in anticipation. '…20 minutes to go,' she thought and her mind began to wonder as she felt her body relax (only slightly) at the prospect of what would be happening next.
Sasuke Uchiha.
A name in the porn industry for sure. He was known to be arrogant, (though handsome) and a damn son of a bitch to work with, but also a very fucking good actor. He starred in several of his own solo acts and if the pinkette was being completely honest with herself, she had been known to flirt with temptation as her muse when it came to "getting-off" for the cameras. She would almost always picture him in these scenarios; touching her… eating her… fucking her.
Now, she would get the opportunity to work with him and it sent a thrilling shiver down her spine. 'To bad I won't even be able to actually see him with this damn blindfold on. It's my cursed luck of course!'
"He's finally here. Okay! Places everyone!" The director's booming voice startled her from her thoughts, sending her heart skyward once again and her body began to shake as heavy footsteps approached her from across the stage.
The unknown figure stopped just in front of her and Sakura instantly picked up on his masculine scent. It was a natural cologne she could tell, but it was heady and spine tingling all the same. Sakura took in a sharp breath and waited for the person to speak, but he never did. She wondered what he was thinking briefly, but when the light behind her mask grew dimmer, she knew that it was time for her to try and focus on the task at hand.
This had to be perfect, though she didn't know how seeing as she had never done this before. She just assumed that she would have to really act out her part… but little did she know how wrong that thinking would be.
Ten minutes later…
"… and ACTION!"
All grew silent, not even crickets could be heard, and she hoped that her frantic heartbeat wouldn't be picked up by the cameras. She tried to picture his features in her mind as best as she could from past memory, but it was hard to do so when she had only seen photos and never actually met the guy in person.
So, she waited.
One second, then two, then—
The large hand that came down on her thigh startled her, causing her breath to hitch and her lips to part. Hot tingles shot from the tips of his fingers and straight down to her core. 'How,' she thought as the distorted shadows loomed closer. '… from one touch?' Her heart continued to pound as she waited to see what he would do next. Sakura didn't have to wait long.
Warm, minty breath fanned against her bare skin and soft locks brushed against her cheeks. His lips were next to her right ear as he pressed his other calloused hand to her other thigh and slowly parted them, making room between them for his much taller frame as he leaned into her. The costume she wore rubbed in all of the right places and the thrill of it all caused her panties to grow damp with desire. Her nails dug into the edges of the wooden desk when she felt him brush her earlobe with his lips. "Calm down…," he breathed out low and deep, his hands moving up slightly to massage her heated skin. Her cheeks grew pink with slight embarrassment. "I can tell you're tense. If I can, so can the cameras."
"Sorry," she mumbled softly under her breath as he used his hands to cup her hips. Then, unexpectedly, he yanked her towards him, causing her bare ass to slide across the surface until her core brushed against his front. Her arms gave out, but he caught her, wrapping one muscular arm on her upper back while his lips moved to the delectable column of her throat. She gasped when his tongue darted out to taste her skin… and a feminine moan left her lips on its own accord as his free hand moved beneath the fabric of her skirt to play with the skin at her hip.
Her eyes closed tightly, though it didn't really matter due to the blindfold being secured around her face and her poor cheeks burned even brighter. 'This is embarrassing. But… kind of… hot. No wonder they say he's such a good actor. He must have a lot of experience.'
Sakura felt him lowering her to the desktop, his arm sliding from behind her back as his lips traveled south. His fingers continue to play with her skin (drawing closer and closer to her dripping cunt) while he uses his other hand to push her flimsy top up. With no idea what to do with her hands, she instinctively reached for his hair… her fingers easily sliding into the dark, spikey locks before her tips sank down to his scalp. She held on gently as he continued.
Being forced into temporary blindness, the pinkette used her other senses (which were much more heightened at the moment) to try and navigate then anticipate his next moves. But—
"Oh!"
Soft lips wrapped around a hard, round bud while a warm, wet tongue brushed gently against the sensitive body part. Her fingers flexed, her lips parted, her back arched slightly before a soft sigh left her lips. 'Wow!' Sakura was steadily losing track of her surroundings; her logical thinking begins to fizzle out as an unknown pleasure starts to consume her. 'My hands… my fingers have never felt this good…'
His left hand slid down her torso, fingers teasing the skin as he made his way to her thigh while his lips released her with a gentle pop. She felt the stubble from his chin brush against it slightly, before he moved on to the other breast. At the same time, his fingers were working her skirts and panties down her thighs, tugging gently and she lifted her hips in order to help move the process along. She felt his lips twitch against her skin as if he was going to smile, but she couldn't find it in herself to care about his smugness.
The instant cool air hit her lower lips, she shivered. Sakura tried to banish her growing nerves and embarrassment at being naked for this vertical stranger; she was a porn star after all. It's not like it was the very first time she has ever been naked in front of strangers and it won't be the last. It was still extremely hard not to do so though, knowing who it was that was witnessing her like this.
Sasuke Uchiha was a name in the industry… and he was handsome to boot.
"Oh… fuck…," she hissed as his fingertip brushed against her clit experimentally. She could hear him mumble under his breath (something about how wet she was already) as his lips left her sensitive nipple to travel down past her still aching breast to play with the skin at her navel.
Her shirt and panties were now tossed to the side and her legs began to tremble slightly as desire raced through her bloodstream. He moved his hands for a moment up to her legs and lifted them so that they came to rest on his broad shoulders. He continued on his downward path.
Her breathing was now frantic at this point, mind focusing on his movements and ignoring the pleasure-filled sounds that were coming from her throat… ones that would most certainly embarrass her later on.
In her pleasurable delirium… Sakura didn't hear his name spilling past her lips on a plea… she couldn't see his eyes as they swiftly shifted to her face… nor could she see the dark desire within them as he took in a deep inhale of her sweet scent.
He moved quickly thereafter.
His tongue slipped between her folds, from base to tip and it was the first time in her young life that Sakura had ever experienced anything like this. 'No man has gone this far, no man has ever tasted me… until this, until Sasuke. Oh, fuck!' The cameras no longer mattered, the other people in the room were long forgotten, they didn't exist, and all she could feel was him.
"Sasuke," she huffed out on a low moan, nails digging into his scalp as he experimentally slipped a finger into her wet heat. She could hear him curse under his breath when her swollen walls fluttered around him and his lips latched onto her distended clit like a starved man.
Her nails dug deep…
… her back arched…
… her breath quickened…
… then, stars formed beneath her blindfold as she came undone.
A few hours later…
'Fuck,' she thought as she stood beneath a warm spray of water… the shower much needed after the past few hour's events. 'I shouldn't complain. I mean it was amazing, but how many takes did they really fucking need,' she thought as she scrubbed the bubbles out of her hair.
She could still feel her walls clenching… and her body was still achingly sensitive even after Sasuke had twisted her in so many different positions…ones that caused her head to fucking spin.
And even after all of that, she still hadn't been able to meet him. He had disappeared long before she could regain her senses fully and take that god awful blindfold off. She had searched for him… but was thoroughly disappointed when she couldn't see him anywhere. The director informed her that he had an important meeting to attend to and couldn't stay afterwards, but she still wished that he had. She was anxious to meet the man who had pleasured her so… and would have loved to see him with her desire dripping from his lips. The only thing that would have made it better is if she had gotten a taste of his cock; figuratively and literally.
Her cunt was aching for a taste of him, just as much as her tongue was, but sadly that hadn't been in their script. She let out a soft and defeated sigh past her lips as she turned off the water and stepped from its spray. As she was tying her white robe around her waist, a soft knock sounded on the other side of her hotel room door. Her brows furrowed as she exited the bathroom and walked towards it. 'Who could that be?'
As soon as Sakura opened the door a crack, her manager pushed past her and was busy typing away on her phone. The pinkette rolled her eyes and a soft smile made its way to her lips as she closed and locked the door behind her. "I guess it's good to see you too. You could have just texted me, you know instead of barging in. Uh, hello? Tsunade?"
Finally, the older woman glanced up and gave Sakura her undivided attention. "First of all, I just want to say… wow." The young woman lifted a brow in curiosity. "The directors absolutely loved your performance! Great, great work out there today, Sakura!" The pinkette could only blush at the praise and nodded her head. "Secondly, they said that the chemistry between you and Sasuke was something they have never seen before… and they want you guys to do it again!"
"W-wait, WHAT," the girl stammers as her cheeks heat up slightly. I mean don't get her wrong, she would love to do it again, but… would he?
"Absolutely," Tsunade declared with a cheeky grin. "Also… Sasuke has already agreed! They asked him before he left for his meeting. So, the ball is in your court so to speak."
Sakura bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes shifting as her mind began to race with the possibilities and her options. Of course, she would love to do it again, but there could be complications if things didn't go well. She did enjoy herself but was that just a one-time thing? Would next time be just as pleasurable and would she still feel as comfortable with him and around the cameras? Would she always have to be blindfolded and would she ever get a taste of his cock?
So many questions—
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—Blowjob—
A week later…
Sakura stood in front of a floor length mirror, admiring her attire that would coincide with today's script. She moved to the side when she was finished and grabbed the paper on the small table beside the couch in her dressing room. Her vibrant green eyes scanned its printed contents thoroughly once again, so that she would have a general idea of what would be expected from her… and what would be involved once she had reached the stage.
A plumber and his client… the woman on her knees before the man… her mouth wrapped around his cock as he—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Come in," she called and cleared her throat with a curse when it came out on a squeak. One of the director's young assistants walked into her room, with a warm smile on her lips and a small clipboard in one hand.
"Are you ready to shoot, Miss Haruno?"
"I think so," Sakura said with a small nod of her head. 'It's now or never I suppose.' She grabbed one of the thin floral robes that was situated beside the mirrors and wrapped it loosely around her shoulders before following the woman out the door and down the hallway.
15 minutes later…
Bright lights nearly blinded her as she scanned the scene before her. The contrast from the white walls of the shower clashed horribly with the white tiled flooring… but who was she to judge. It was her job to act, not to decorate the set. Her emerald orbs settled on the director who was seated a few feet away in a chair, finding herself unable to meet the intense gaze of her co-star as he stood with a lazy gate to her right. 'You can do this Haruno. It's just a job! Besides, like Ino said, he scratched her itch and now it's time for her to do the same for him.' She took a deep breath to try and steady her nerves before the director cleared his throat to gather everyone's attention. The soft murmurs died down as all eyes focused on him.
"Are we all set? Everybody ready to go?" Most of the crew quickly responded and he turned his attention towards the stars of the show. Sasuke gave a simple nod and she did the same. "Alright then. Places everyone! We go in five."
Sakura stood on shaky legs as a young woman worked on her hair and makeup; though she saw no real point to this, since they would be using water in today's skit. "That's all, thank you," she finally said when the woman continued to fuss and she gave her a quick apology before holding her hand out for Sakura's robe. She rather reluctantly let it slip from her shoulder blades and then grabbed it before it hit the tiles beneath her feet before handing it to the woman and watched as she walked away. Her heart began a new beat when Sasuke cleared his throat.
She turned to him and her eyes scanned him slowly for the first time that day. He wore a black button-down shirt, with the top three undone (exposing a little of his alabaster skin to her searching eyes) and dark blue jeans, which had two holes on either side of his knees. His sneakers were also a shade of black and the "plumber's belt" that rested around his hips hung loosely from the loops of his jeans.
His hands were in his pockets as he gave her a small nod. "You look nice." Sakura could only blush, unable to think of anything to say at first. She wore a simple spaghetti strap t-shirt, one that hugged her every curve (though the fabric itself was loose) and rested low on her breasts. This was paired with a pair of tight shirts that cupped her ass nicely in the back. She felt a little bit like a slut in this attire, but she still appreciated Sasuke's comment all the same.
Finally, her voice came back to her and she responded to him softly. "Thank you. You look…"
… hot… sexy… mouth-watering… fuck me now Daddy…'
"… nice." He nodded at her and his lips twitched, but then a sharp clap from behind them sounded the ending of their short conversation.
"Let's get into position. Everyone ready? And… ACTION!"
Sakura took a few breaths before swaying up to Sasuke's side, placing her hand on her hip as she plastered a sexy smirk on her lips, flipping her hair to one side. 'That's it… work it. Own it!' His back was to her as he "worked" on her shower drain and she cleared her throat to gather his full attention. Sasuke lifted a single brow… eyes scanning her carefully, but otherwise his expression remained the same. "I just wanted to come in and say thank you for helping me on such short notice today. It means a lot."
"No problem, ma'am. It's my job after all."
She giggled flirtatiously and then batted her emerald eyes at him suggestively, before taking a step closer. She bit her lip as if she was contemplating something before she spoke again. "I just have one little problem."
"What is it?"
"I don't know how I'm going to pay you back. I don't have any money." His thin lips twitched upwards as he stood up slowly and she had to tilt her head back in order to hold his gaze. Sakura could feel her heart pounding in excitement, waiting for him to deliver his next line which would be the catalyst for their upcoming romantic scene. The man kept his gaze solely on her as his hand reached back to one of the brass knobs on the wall… twisting it slowly in order to open the valves that would cause warm water to cascade down from the large shower head above them.
One second… two… then three more—
Water trickled down his head and onto his shoulders, and his shirt began to stick to his skin as he leaned toward her. He licked his lips and when he spoke, his voice was much lower, deeper and hungrier than ever before. "I guess I know of one way… if you think you can handle it."
Sakura hesitated; the action not scripted. Could she? A full minute had passed (one full of tension, as the director was almost ready to call for a cut) when her lover prompted her again with an unscripted brush of his fingertips against her cheek. The woman was startled and looked up at him with wide eyes. He searched her expression, before speaking. "Can you, Sakura?"
Her name was spoken for her ears only and somehow, it helped to sooth her nerves.
She nodded before proceeding as she was supposed to earlier. She reached up, her hand cupping the back of his head while she pulled him down for a kiss. Their first. She would be lying if she said it didn't take her breath away, for when her plump lips met his soft ones… she felt a spark of electricity race through her veins. It caused a small gasp to leave her, but she somehow held onto her character, while simultaneously moving her hand to the front of his jeans. It was no surprise to her when she found a tight… very firm bulge in the front… but what would have surprised her is if she found out how it got there.
See, most porn stars (particularly males) need a little help, shall we say "getting ready" to perform. But for Sasuke… when it came to Sakura… he needed no assistance in that department. He found her extremely pleasing to the eyes, and found himself more than ready to perform this scene with her, without the assistance of enhancements.
He grunted when her hands cupped his girth and the tip of her tongue poked and prodded at the seam of his lips. His lips parted and his hands wrapped around her hips, while he pressed his forward slightly.
"That's it," the director called from his seat… excitement in his tone. "Now… kiss him on the neck, while you rip off his shirt. Good! Excellent! Now, take both of your hands and pull down his pants… be sure to leave the belt on and…"
Sakura tuned out the director's voice… her mind focusing on Sasuke as she slowly worked her way down his chest. Seconds passed, the heat between them intensified, and soon, she found herself on her knees before him… vibrant greens staring up into the dark depths of his black irises.
She licked her lips before rasping, "…I want to taste you."
His reaction was almost instantaneous, his hand moving to grip the back of her head gently (though he didn't push her forward) while his other moved to play with the ends of her damp locks. "Do it then."
Her eyes focused on his crotch then, his length bobbing in her face as she rested on her knees, eye level with it. She swallowed slowly as she tried to figure out what to do next. Sasuke simply waited patiently for her next move. 'How do I… I mean I didn't expect him to be this… BIG! Good grief! I don't know if he will fit… anywhere inside of me! I don't even know what I'm doing, I've never done this before but I guess I have to start from somewhere… right?'
She swallowed once more before lifting shaky hands to his cock. As soon as she wrapped her digits around him, she could hear the sharp intake of his breath and glanced up to see the dark look in his eyes. He was still watching her (closely) and it sent a thrilling shiver down her spine. Ino's words of encouragement sounded in the back of her mind from their quick "sex-education" session and Sakura finally found the courage to continue.
She let her gaze fall once again to his lower appendage and leaned forward to taste him for the first time. 'Salty…,' she thought as the tip of her tongue darted out to taste the tip of his cock. Her cheeks absolutely flame at the sounds coming from him, but she refrained from shying away and continued with her taste of pleasuring him.
Sasuke's hand flexed against the back of her head and his fingers dug in slightly while he pushed her forward a little, encouraging her to either take him fully or to continue with her explorations; she wasn't quite sure which one. 'Listen carefully Sakura, men like it when women…,' Sakura could hear Ino's voice in the back of her mind giving her tips and so she decided to test one of them now, to see how much truth there was to it. She kept her curious gaze focused up on his face after adjusting her position and leaned forward to capture his tip in her mouth. He grunted again, this time deeper, and she pressed her tongue against the thick vein along the length of his cock.
After testing this, she proceeded to go down the list from her friend's suggestions, finding her own sort of pleasure from bringing him his. Sasuke's eyes were closed now, his hands both firmly wrapped in her locks as she bobbed her head even faster, his girth going deeper until it pressed on the back of her throat. She felt tears mixing with the water droplets at the corners of her eyes, the need to cough and gag strong as he forced himself even deeper inside of her mouth, well past the point of comfortability for the young woman. She refused to speak upon this knowledge, for the pleasured moan that left his lips caused her core to clench painful with need.
It wasn't in the script, but—
Her hands moved on their own, one wrapping around his base while the other moved to her own aching need. The gentle pressure of her fingertip against her clit was enough to cause a soft groan to build up in the back of her throat, sending unexpected shivers throughout the Uchiha's body as the vibrations raced down the full length of his cock.
"Sakura," he hissed, his nails digging while his hips thrust. She hummed softly and her fingers moved further, slipping between her damp folds before sliding into her heat… one at a time until she was stuffed. Her thumb continued to rub her swollen bud while her hand gripped onto him firmly. He pressed his back against the cold tiles, sending cascades of warm water down the front of his chest… his half-lidded gaze focusing on her once again. She released her grip on his base, still working her body while continuing to bob her head and swirl her tongue, but her hand moved up to cup his balls instead; massaging the fatty flesh gently between her fingers.
He hissed, hips thrusting faster as he pushed her fully onto him. A few seconds afterward, Sakura felt a wave of sticky, salty heat sliding down her throat, and the knowledge that she was the one able to bring him to that state (combined with her own working fingers) brought her own pleasurable release soon after.
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—Ride Me—
A month later…
It had been a whole month since their last session and she was missing him terribly, though Sakura absolutely refused to acknowledge this fact aloud to anyone. However, on her extra lonely nights at home… or even during some of her "solo sessions" at work, her thoughts would wander to him.
Wander to Sasuke fucking Uchiha.
'What is he doing? Did he miss me? Probably not, Sakura. Why would he? You barely even know each other for god's sake. You've had two sessions together, that's it. Nothing will ever come of it, that's just wishful thinking. Grow up!'
When he had refused to do a shoot with her last week and the week prior, she had felt a little saddened by it and had wondered what she could have possibly done wrong that would make him not want to see her again. But then, she found out that his brother was sick and so she understood. So, when he called her yesterday for a last-minute session, she eagerly accepted his offer.
She was sitting in her changing room, clad in nothing but a robe, when a soft knock sounded on her door.
"Come in, it's unlocked," she called absentmindedly as she brushed through her hair. When the door opened and her eyes met those familiar pairs of black, she nearly dropped her brush. She turned away from the mirror and faced him, her cheeks blushing slightly in the process. "Sasuke, what are you doing here?" The pinkette tucked a strand of hair behind her ears as she watched him shut the door behind him, a small stack of papers in hand. He seemed hesitant to enter her personal space, (a gentlemanly gesture from him she noted) but when she cleared her throat he slowly approached.
"I just wanted to bring you these… and also apologize for not accepting your inventions the last few times."
"You don't need to apologize for that, Sasuke," she said as she took the papers from his outstretched hand. He placed his hands in his pockets when they were free and a barely visible smile pulled at the corners of his lips. "I understand. Your manager called me and told me about your brother. I was glad to hear he was better."
"That makes two of us. Thank you for the flowers and fruit basket. You didn't have to do that."
"I know," she said and her blush deepened. "But I wanted to." He nodded and the silence grew between them before she decided to break it. "So, is this the script for today?"
"Sort of…," he stated cryptically and she raised a brow in confusion. "It is three different scenarios…," he elaborated. "That they came up with for us to try. I read over them and I'm fine with whatever you decide. Just text me the number at the top of the page and I will let them know. We need to be ready in about thirty minutes. Will that be enough time or do I need to ask for more?"
"No, that should be fine. I'll review them now and let you know."
"Okay, I'll see you soon then."
After he left, she turned around and placed the papers on her vanity to review them more thoroughly. 'Hmm…'
They read as follows:
Number One: 69 (married couple)
The man and woman will be lying in a bed spending some time together watching a movie, when they come up with the idea of 69 after growing bored of the romance film.
Number Two: Dicked-Down (strangers)
The man and woman are strangers who meet in a bar and after getting drunk, they proceed to have rough sex in one of the spare rooms.
Number Three: Ride Me (dating couple)
The man and woman come home after a date-night and the woman is feeling just a little bit frisky.
Her lips twisted and a small frown pulled at her mouth. The thought of any of these sounded appealing to her, but was Sasuke really okay with all of them? She felt she might be too embarrassed to try number one… and number two she had no idea if she was fully prepared for, but also number three had its flaws as well—
'Ugh, why is it so hard!'
She finally picked up her cell phone from the vanity and swiped through it until she found his name, then quickly typed her response. With her decision now made, Sakura proceeded to get ready for the main event… anticipation and eagerness filling her stomach and causing her heart to flutter wildly behind her ribcage. She really hoped that she didn't come to regret her decision.
30 minutes later…
"Nice work with the set, it's perfect! Now, places everyone! We have a film to make!" Sakura stood next to Sasuke as they both waited for their cue to begin, her nerves causing anxiety to pool in her belly but she refused to acknowledge it right now. She was a professional damn it and had made her decision. 'We've already done a lot with each other, so this can't be much different… right?'
Wrong!
This was a million times different and she knew that. They would actually be having full on sex this time around… and she felt as if her heart would forcefully beat right out of her chest at any moment. When a hand wrapped around hers, Sakura looked up in surprise to meet the soft gaze of her companion as he tangled his fingers with hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You okay?" She couldn't speak and just shook her head. "If you don't feel comfortable, Sakura, we don't have to do it, you know. They can't force it."
The pinkette contemplated for only a few seconds, before giving him a soft smile. "It's okay, I want to. I'm just a little bit…"
"Nervous?"
"Yeah." Sakura felt him tug at her gently, so she was a little closer to him, still with their hands interlocked, and he bent slightly so that his lips were pressed against her ear. "I'll let you take the lead, Sak if it will make you more comfortable then… and we can go as slowly or as quickly as you wish. Just try to relax, okay." She nodded her head and seconds later the director started the countdown. She took several deep breaths in order to gain some control over her heart and let Sasuke tug her behind him as the flashing light on the camera started to glow a bright shade of red.
5 minutes later…
"Dinner was delicious, babe! Thank you," Sakura said as she followed Sasuke into their makeshift bedroom. He let go of her hand as they closed the "door" behind them and stepped towards the recliner on the other side to place his coat on the back of it before stretching his arms above his head.
"It was nothing, love. I enjoyed your company, as usual."
The slight dipping in his voice almost instantly seemed to trigger her desires, that one simple act alone reawakening memories of their previous rendezvous. Her cheeks grew pink but she maintained character as she shrugged off her own jacket and placed it on the dresser beside her. Sakura licked her lips slowly (first the top and then the bottom) as her eyes scanned his firm backside, while he moved to sit on the edge of the mattress.
She met his gaze then and moved.
Slowly sauntering her way towards him… stripping herself bare before his intense gaze, just as the script stated. She felt her nerves melting away as she continued to hold his eyes, the anxiety from earlier practically nonexistent now and the thrilling anticipation of their encounter, remaining.
He spread his thighs slowly, arms opening to encase her frame as she leaned into him. They lean in and their lips meet at the same time, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her spine. "Can we," she asked softly, her line delivered in perfect clarity. Sakura waited for his response but when he didn't answer her right away, she leaned back to see that he was looking at her with a renewed affection.
It startled her.
Before she could comment however, he pulled her in for a passionate lip lock, his tongue taking full advantage of her shock when her mouth opened in surprise. Sasuke leaned back after a second and they were both breathing heavily as they looked at each other. "Do as you wish… my love."
She felt emboldened by this and moved to lift his shirt from his torso, taking almost a full minute to admire the corded muscles beneath with a heated gaze, before using both of her palms to push him onto his back. The pinkette quickly used her fingers to tug at his pants and he lifted his hips to help aid her in removing them as well. Soon, he was bare to her eyes, just as she was to his.
She climbed onto him then and claimed his mouth again. His hands moved to cup her backside as he shifted them higher onto the mattress and she giggled slightly when she tumbled forward, her front pressing firmly against his. She lifted up, her hips hovering above his as she bit her bottom lip. With her small hands sprawled across his upper torso, and green eyes focused on his black ones, she shifted her hips just so… until the bulbous tip of his cock was pressing against her dripping entrance.
It was the first time she felt him touching her like this and she wished she could imprint it in her memory forever. The lips of her cunt split as she sank down, allowing access for his cock to slowly penetrate her. She hissed when it began to stretch her inner walls further… the sensual ache within her growing steadily by the second. She let out a soft sigh when her ass hit his thighs, the length of him fully inside of her now.
She let the full feel of him rest within her briefly before she experimentally rocked her hips forward. Sasuke grunted in approval at her actions and his grip on her hips tightened while his eyes shifted to glance at their joined bodies. She did the same.
In and out he went, allowing her to set the tone and pace of their coupling and she found herself unable to hold back as warm, hot pleasure began to pool in her lower belly.
"S-Sasuke… shit."
He grasped one of her wrists and brought it down between them, encouraging her to touch herself for not just her own pleasure, but for his as well. It did things to him to see her in this state, and even though he said they would go at her pace, Sakura still felt as if her companion had relinquished most (if not all) of the control to her.
She leaned back then, fingers working her clit as she lifted her hips up and down, Sasuke meeting her thrust for thrust as they both sought out the most exhilarating pleasure that they had felt to date. Sakura didn't regret her decision and she didn't think she ever would, she thought as she slowly came undone above him. He followed her soon after.
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—Talk Dirty to Me—
Three months later (and after several more encounters)…
Sakura glanced at her phone when it began to ring on the vanity and smiled as she picked it up to answer it. "Hello," she said as she shifted her robe slightly across her chest and leaned forward to check her teeth in the mirror.
"Are you ready for today, Sakura?"
She snorted into the phone and rolled her eyes. He didn't even say hello. "Yeah, I think so. Are you?" She could hear shuffling from the other side before he answered her.
"I guess."
"If you don't want to do it—"
"I didn't say that," he said, interrupting her and Sakura had to place her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Trust me, I've been looking forward to this one. I just don't want to hurt you."
She felt her heart melt at this and turned her gaze from the mirror to the paper beside her; viridescent eyes scanning it for the umpteenth time. 'Talk Dirty to Me. Rough, doggy style.' She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and felt a strange sort of calm wash over her. 'If I have to do this with someone, I definitely want it to be with you, Sasuke.'
"It'll be fine, Sasuke," she insisted with a soft smile… even though she knew he couldn't see it. "You won't hurt me. I, I trust you. Besides, we have a safe word too, remember. I swear I will use it if I feel like it's getting to be too much."
Sasuke paused for so long she thought they may have lost connection. "Okay. If you promise…"
"I do." She paused, biting at her bottom lip. "I… I can't wait to see you again," she added on impulse and was secretly glad he couldn't see the heated blush staining her cheeks right now, even though he insisted he adored it when she blushed… which of course made her blush even more.
"Me either. I'll see you soon."
45 minutes later…
It was almost second nature to them now. The director, the set, the crew, and even the cameras; it didn't really bother them and it didn't really feel like a job anymore either.
His lips suckled on her throat while he pressed his weight against her, pinning her to the mattress beneath. "I missed you," he hissed against her skin and she could only moan as a response while she came down from her high and he slipped his fingers from her still quivering cunt. When she felt his cock pressing against her belly, she licked her lips in eager anticipation.
Even after two, back-to-back orgasms, she was still ready for him, ready for his cock. "S-Sasuke, please…"
He suckled harder before releasing her skin with a rough, loud pop. He hovered above her for a brief moment to say, "Don't forget the safety word," and then he was flipping her quickly beneath him… jerking her upward by the hips until her rounded ass was facing the ceiling and her cheek was pressing down on the floral scented sheets.
She gripped onto them tightly as he thrust his fingers back into her, pumping more swiftly and much harsher than ever before. She cried out when his thumb pressed firmly onto her swollen and sensitive clit, and she tried to twist away slightly to get away from the pleasurable, painful assault, but he wouldn't allow it. He slapped his free palm onto her right cheek and she yelped in surprise.
"Don't," he hissed. "You can take it. All of it, you dirty little slut." She bit her knuckle roughly and moaned as her walls constricted around his fingers once again.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck. P-please. I need… Ahh!"
"Tell me…," he growled, his fingers pumping even faster. "I want to hear you say it."
"Shit. Ugh! I need your cock inside of me! Ahh, please!"
Sasuke smirked and shoved her legs further apart with his elbows. She lifted her ass higher as her back bent, trying desperately to entice him further. She was delirious at the point, porno be damned. She just needed him inside of her and she needed him inside of her now. Sakura felt his lips brush against her fatty flesh before his teeth sank in. She gasped in surprise, but pushed backward into him.
His tongue was next, soothing over the painfully, reddened skin before traveling south. Sasuke pushed it into her folds and flicked her walls briefly before pulling away from it and situating himself behind her, his cock in one hand while the other rested on her hip. He teased her backside with just the tip, pressing it gently against her other hole. "Should I," he asked, but when her body tensed, he stopped. "Another time," he concluded, before aligning himself with her cunt.
He shoved into her without prompting or pause and she let out a relieved sigh at the pleasurable (familiar) feel of him inside of her. "Fuck, love… your cunt takes me so well," he growled as he leaned over her back slightly.
He was only still for a second before he began to pound into her, pressing her roughly into the mattress beneath. She was forced to hold on as he took her, unable to keep up with his speed and vigor. She moaned and cried out as he grunted and growled behind her, hand slamming down on her ass occasionally while he nipped at her back and twisted her perky nipples with his free hand.
She had never known that she was into rough sex before now nor would she have thought of herself as a "pleasure speaking whore" but with Sasuke, she found that anything was possible. She just couldn't get enough of him… and if that made her a whore (according to some of the staff who talked about them behind their backs) then so be it.
She really didn't give a fuck.
"Shit," she hissed when one particular thrust caused her body to shift forward as his tip hit her just right deep within her cavern. Her eyes practically rolled as his hand moved to brush her clit again, the other moving to twist her nipple roughly before dragging up even further to wrap securely around her throat. She found herself panting like a dog in heat, and apart from the sounds of their skin slapping and Sasuke's grunts, she could hear nothing else.
It was just them in that moment and that's exactly how she liked it.
"Fuck, squeeze my cock with your cunt. Good girl. Harder! I want to feel it! I want to feel you, all of you. I want you to scream my name, my love. Only ever my name, got it. Let everyone know who fucks you so good. Let them hear you scream for me! I want to feel your cunt squeeze the seed from my cock and fill you up. Do it now! Come for me!"
She couldn't disobey him if she tried, she was too close. At his words, she came… screaming his name so loudly that she thought she might go hoarse. She collapsed beneath him, spent, but he continued… cursing under his breath as he pumped into her four more times before finally stopping as his cum shot into her and filling her up… just as he said before spilling around his length and then onto the sheets below. Sasuke fell on top of her and kissed her neck softly before trying to catch his breath.
"… and cut. Excellent work as usual! Let's meet back here in twenty minutes to do it again, shall we?"
Sakura groaned and Sasuke only chuckled before rolling off of her to go and grab some tissues in order to help her clean up a little before the next shoot began.
Two hours later…
She was about to leave the studio when a hand grabbed onto her shoulder. She spun around to find Sasuke staring at her. "Hey," she said as a soft blush stained her cheeks. "Did you need something, Sasuke?"
"Yeah," he said as he stepped into her personal space. He didn't hesitate with his inquiry this time, as he would have done in the past, and his frame towered over her slightly as he leaned forward. "I wanted to ask you out on a date. A proper date, Sakura."
She paused. Blinking once, twice—
"Wait…," she started and her eyes bulged when he smiled a genuine, albeit a soft one, at her. He brought her hand to his and interlocked their fingers as he held her gaze firmly.
"Sakura Haruno, will you go out with me?"
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To be continued…?
Not sure if I should continue, turn into a story, or leave it as is. Healthy, helpful comments (or suggestions) are always welcome!
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.