After the war, she really can't get enough of him.
It was never her plan. What Sasuke wanted to do was to seek out repentance, and she was unsure she would find it there in Konoha.
She planned to leave, to go and explore the world and find herself and her peace.
Her plans fell apart the day she left jail and Naruto was waiting for her, smiling, a warm hug and the smell of pine on his skin.
Sasuke thought of him often while in jail, but, once she was released, he dominated her mind.
She supposed it was a five-year infatuation she successful kept at bay for the sake of revenge, now remerging with a fury.
Sasuke thought Naruto loved Sakura and she tried to keep a distance at first, however, when she noticed his eyes would sometimes fall down to her lips when they spoke. Or how he would follow the curve of her hips when she placed hand on it—knowing he wasn't unaffected by her ruined her attempts at aloofness.
She wanted him, and he wanted her, and they fought a fucking war and came out alive, so she wasn't going to pretend her feelings didn't exist.
In Sasuke's mind, she plans it as something gentle and gradual. Delicate touches, whispers of respect and praise, maybe even a courtship. These are the sort of fairy tales of romance from her youth.
In reality, it is immediate and passionate and messy and rough. She throws him against walls and rips his shirts off. Naruto cuts her lip under his teeth and grips her hips so hard they leave finger-shaped bruises.
Neither care. No, not even that, they seek it out, covet the pain and the neediness.
Naruto pulls her hair, and Sasuke leaves angry red lines down his back.
He bruises her neck with his teeth, and she spits in his mouth and makes him swallow.
He forces his cock down the back of her throat, and she rides his face until he can't breathe.
And they fuck, frequently and frantically. They fuck like rabbits, insatiable, always back for more, to take and give endlessly to each other.
On missions in small tents or in sleeping bags meant for one person, shivering against wind as they thrust pelvis to pelvis.
In hotels on shitty beds that creak so loudly, other tenants bang on their walls and doors.
In the alleyways of Konoha risking public indecency with quick fucks that have his cum pooling in her panties afterward.
Against the trees in their favourite training grounds, licking fresh sweat off of each other.
At his house. At hers. In their living rooms, on their kitchen tables, in their showers, against their sinks, every single floor, wall, and structure they can place a body on or against, they fuck each other forcefully and brutally.
And, on their beds, where they have the best sex, they take their time for once.
Slow, sensual, loving.
Sasuke cries the first time they fuck on their bed—no, make love on their bed. And Naruto gently wipes away her tears as he made her come again and again with gentle rolls of his hips and praises for her pouring out of his lips.
The war is over, and they can't keep their hands off each other.
"We are going to be late," Naruto says as if that matters.
Sasuke ignores him and continues sucking his thick index and middle fingers in her mouth, rolling her tongue around the digits, bathing the tips in her saliva.
She idly thinks about drawing them deeper into her throat and gagging on them, but her empty cunt clenches against nothing in a reminder to hurry the fuck up.
Sasuke releases his fingers with a pop and then brings her hand down to pull up her skirt.
Sasuke started wearing skirts because it made sporadic fucking so much easier.
And they do that a lot.
Naruto bunches her panties to the side, exposing her swollen and dripping cunt.
Naruto lets out a snort, "Bitch, why even suck my fingers? If I ate you out right now, I would drown!"
"I know," Naruto rolls his eyes at her smirk and, with the thumb of his right hand stretching her labia, he sinks the spit-soaked fingers of his human hand knuckle deep into her cunt.
Sasuke shudders as he immediately stokes the spongy tissue near the entrance of her vagina, already making her thighs shiver.
Honestly, while he's become an expert at drawing pleasure from her body, it has less to do with his technique and more to do with him.
His fucking smile, his fucking laugh, his fucking smell.
When he brushes against her, or when his hand rests lightly on the back of her neck, or when his body presses against her and his heat permeates to her.
When he looks at her, his pupils dilating, almost inking out his cerulean irises and his mouth twitches in hunger.
She's already a filthy dripping mess before he even kisses her.
He keys her up simply by existing and being near her, and the only reason she doesn't avoid him in pure embarrassment is because Sasuke knows she does the exact same to him.
Naruto breaks her thoughts with a kiss and his thumb brushing roughly against her clit and she comes like a stupid bitch in heat in the middle of a fucking alleyway.
God, she loves him.
They break their kiss, Sasuke's face flushed red, panting like a dog as she reaches over and attempts to rip Naruto's pants off by the seams, but he stops her.
"Later, I promise. I'll fuck you so hard you'll need Sakura to heal your hips, okay? But we are really going to be late if we start this now, yeah?"
She scoffs, "And, what, we're going to walk in there with your massive erection on display for everyone?"
"Oh, you know that's for your eyes only, yeah Sasuke?" he winks at her and she's glad she's already blushing because it's the sort of cuteness from him that actually gets to her. Stupid idiot.
She simply scowls instead.
"No worries, I'll just think of that one time I saw bushy brows naked at the bath house. Hey, you'd never guess it, but he actually waxes down there, can you believe it?"
"Too much info," Sasuke snarls, readjusting her clothing and bounding off to meet their former teacher turned Hokage with Naruto right on her heels.
She'll never let him get too far away these days.
Probably more of a relaxed story with a lot of lusting, fucking, and messing around.
Mostly I wanted to write an E-rated Naru/Fem!Sasuke thing.