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Chapter 6: Her and Him
At the university's library
Like a typical Friday, the library at the university is almost empty as students are getting ready for parties or travel, anything to relieve them from the stressful weekdays full of assignments and exams.
At the deepest part of the library sits two young men who are finishing up their assignments for next week. These two are no model students; they merely understand the consequences of procrastination and benefits of time management, so they make a pact to get together every Friday after class to complete as much work as possible.
Moreover, the lack of students in the library on Friday saves them from being interrupted by admirers and troublemakers. It's a win-win plan for the men.
"Hey, teme. What's wrong with your ankle?" Naruto looks at his friend/rival's leg, "You have been walking funny since this afternoon."
"Shut up, dobe." Sasuke grits his teeth, not wanting to reveal to his friend that he got beaten up by a pink doll for harassing her. She claimed that she had hold back, yet he can still feel the aftermath at his ankle and chest. For a small girl, she has unusual strength.
"Tch, whatever. I bet someone beat you up and you are too much of a sore loser to admit it."
"…" Sasuke is not going to let Naruto know that his remark is right at the target.
Naruto is well-acquainted with the Uchiha's language; his silence is equivalent to an agreement. However, he is in no mood to pick a fight with Sasuke today, as he has an important matter to attend to.
"Look, I have to go now, but I will crash by your house later and stay over the weekend, so tell your father to save me a seat at dinner." Naruto shoves his laptop and notebooks into his backpack and prepares to leave. "Make sure to get that ankle checked."
"Hn. I don't understand why you can't eat the food at your cooking class instead of mooching on my family's food?" Sasuke grumbles, looking back at his essay. "Besides, wouldn't your father want to have a family dinner?"
"Food tastes better when it's from someone else's plates, Sasuke," Naruto explains with a playful grin. "And my father is away for the weekend. He has a date."
Since she was a little girl, Sakura has always had a strange obsession with cats. She would stop whatever she was doing and stare whenever a cat walked by. She chased them, stalked them, baited them with foods, bribed the owners, and literally threw herself in the cat's way just to get a petting session. What she got in return was hissing, scratches and bite marks that took weeks to fully heal.
Still, Sakura persists with her love, wearing the injuries as badges of honor.
Minato gives up on trying to curb her obsession. He recognizes a losing battle when he sees one.
"Your Majesty has gained too much weight. He should be put on a diet. This is not healthy for him." Sakura whines at the oversized Maine Coon that is laying on her lap, rolling on his back, exposing his belly for her to rub.
This cat is the oldest in the café and the most tolerant of her loving and petting. He simply rolls over and lets Sakura pet him whenever she approaches him, unlike the rest of the pack that always requires some bribery before letting her go anywhere near them.
It was love at first sight for Sakura, and Minato hates it.
Due to Sakura's love for cats, he picks this café to be their meet-up location. What he didn't foresee is how Sakura would fawn over the cats and completely ignore him.
He is not jealous of the cats. He just thinks that since he pays for these appointments, he should be the object of her fawning and adoration, not those obese, spoiled, lazy, and lunatic bastards that think humans are their servants.
They even hurt her on multiple occasions. He has to patch her up afterward.
Only he is allowed to put a mark on that body.
It's bad enough that he must tolerate other vermin; now he must share her with these abominations as well. Unacceptable.
But seeing how adorable and happy Sakura looks when she plays with the cats makes him swallow his displeasure and keep his opinion to himself.
Moreover, she is more generous and obedient after she has been pleased and spoiled. He can reap the delectable reward later at night.
For that, he will let those bastards live a little longer.
"Minato, Norway wants to play with the buttons on your vest. Can you give it to him?" Sakura gestures at the white Norwegian forest cat that is staring predatorily at his expensive Armani vest.
Absolutely not.
"Sakura, this is an Armani vest." Minato tries to reason with his girl.
"You have more vests than you can wear them at home, Minato. Why wastes it?" Sakura rolls her eyes as if it's normal for the cats to destroy his expensive clothes. Though, knowing her, it probably is.
"…"
Dutifully, he takes off the vest and lays it down next to the aforementioned cat, watching helplessly as it tears into the fabric ferociously, ruining yet another one of his vests. Maybe he should consider changing into casual wear before meeting her.
His lament is interrupted when the waitress brings out their foods: two slices of green tea crepe cake, and a cup of hot oolong milk tea for Sakura, a slice of vanilla crepe cake, and hot green tea for Minato.
Nekomama mostly serves sweets and beverages. Minato is not much of a fan of sweet himself, so he usually lets Sakura orders for him and takes his share if she still has room in her stomach. The crepe cake is her favorite as she claims that no other place makes it as delicious as here.
Minato wordlessly moves next to the girl instead of facing her like earlier. He grasps her waist and seats her on sideway on his lap, causing Your Majesty to open one of its eyes and glare at him for interrupting his nap. The cat is easily appeased as Sakura giggles at his adorable face and scratches his ears.
Ignoring the vermin, Minato cuts the cake into bite-size and feeds her. One of his hands massages the knot at the back of her neck, making Sakura let out her cute moan; her eyes roll to the back of her head; her hip rubs against his member. She is so caught up in the delicious taste of the cake and his massage that she misses the heat look that Minato is shooting her.
His little one doesn't see it, but her expression right now is absolutely erotic with her blushing cheeks, eyes rolling back in delight, her cute tongue licking her lips to savor any leftover, and the husky moans in her throat. Looking at her, the arousal from the changing stall rises again, hardening certain anatomy. Call him a degenerate, but he would feed her a whole cake every day just to get off with this face.
"Minato, give me another one." Sakura pouts when he stops feeding her only to stare at her like an idiot.
"As my lady wishes." This time, instead of the fork, he uses his fingers to bring another piece to her lips.
Catching on his mood, Sakura opens her mouth to take the cake, her lips "accidentally" graze his fingers. Under the pretense of not wanting to waste such a treat, she seizes his wrist; her pink tongue darts out to clean his fingers, not once losing eye contact with him.
The cerulean in his eyes darken further, a telltale sign of his arousal. The budge in his pants is unmistakable through the fabric. Sakura puts down the cat and shifts her legs so that she is straddling him. She grounds her clothed core on the budge, causing them to hiss at the contact.
The cats are forgotten at this point. Even the employee has disappeared to allow them privacy.
Sakura feeds him his cake to return the favor and Minato repeats her earlier action, licking her fingers and giving them a gentle suck to be more "thorough". Their hips continue the rubbing motion.
They take turns feeding each other, filling their stomachs, yet fueling a different type of hunger, one that is insatiable.
After finishing their food and a long cuddle with the cats, Sakura says goodbye to the furballs and promises to come back. Minato's driver is already waiting outside to take them to their next destination where they would spend the next two days together.
The back seat of the vehicle is currently isolated from the front by a tinted window allowing the lovers to quell the sexual tension. The moment they get in the car, Minato immediately pulls Sakura into his lap, crushing their lips together. His tongue pushes past her lips, entangling with hers, tasting the sweetness of the dessert. His hands caress her lithe form, hiking up her dress to seek out her silky skin which has Sakura moaning delightfully into the kiss.
Sakura unbuttons his shirt and rubs her hands over his chest and abdomen, enjoying the rough skin and muscles underneath, mewling sensually whenever Minato touches a sensitive part. She grinds against his growing arousal to relieve the itch between her legs that she knows would only be satisfied when they are joined.
Her voice sets off her lover who responds by breaking their kiss to attack her neck, leaving a trail of love bites at every spot that he passes. His right-hand slips under the neckline and bra to cup a breast, his thumb circling her nipple causing a shudder to run through her body, intensifying the heat that is pooling at her core.
Sakura gasps loudly at the treatment of her breast, pushing Minato's head toward said breast as a silent plead for more loving, in which Minato enthusiastically complies. His mouth engulfs the white mound and gives it a gentle suck. His tongue encircles the pink tip, teeth grazing the delicate nipple, mindful enough to not break the skin.
His left-hand unzips the dress from the back, slips her hands from the sleeves, and skillfully unclasps the bra. By the time Sakura is aware that she is now topless, his hand has already taken possession of her perky breast. His hands and lips grow urgent, as though he is starving for her flesh, which is not exactly far from the truth.
No matter how many times they have done this, Minato could never get enough of this pleasure, this intimacy, these feelings that she evokes from his heart. He would have locked her up if he could so that he can drown himself in her arms anytime he wishes.
But he won't, because he knows Sakura would not be the same should they had met in a different setting.
Sakura arches her back, moaning like a cat in heat, the action causing her chest to push toward him, letting herself completely surrender to the pleasure he is inducing in her body. Her hands tangle in his soft hair, making him growl at the slight pain and harshly thrust up against her soaked center.
Minato suddenly stops his action, which results in an unhappy whine, and an accusing glare from her. He chuckles amusedly at her "threatening" expression, which makes her look more adorable, and presses his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifts her, hooks his finger under the band of her panties, and slides the fabric down her legs. His fingers cup her womanhood, amazed yet not surprised at the wetness he finds there.
"You are wet, little one. How cute." Minato breaks the kiss to smirk at her blushing face.
"Shut up." Sakura bites his neck for retaliation but failing to hide her embarrassment at his remark.
"You are right. I should concentrate on our lovemaking rather than talking. Thanks for reminding me, darling." He cheekily twists her words. His smirk only grows at the glare that she throws at him.
Sakura suddenly grins which alarms Minato, but before he can find out what she's up to, a bolt of pleasure obligates his ability to think. She has slipped her hand into his pants and cupped his bare hardness, fingers smoothing over the length, smearing the precum on the tip. Minato hisses, feeling his member grow harder at her ministration. His hand unbuckles the belt and pulls down the zipper to free himself.
Faster than she can react, he yanks her hand away, lifts her to align her opening to his member, then drops.
A scream tears out of Sakura at the sudden entrance while Minato grunts at the heat that is encasing his member. Their sounds vibrate in the closed space.
She wraps her arms around his neck and buries her head in his shoulder to catch her breath, trying to loosen her muscles so that she can accommodate his erection. Unwittingly, she clenches around him out of spite making him groan loudly. "Hah, that's for entering me so suddenly."
"Considering how tighter and wetter you are getting, you don't really hate it, little one." Minato says before thrusting upward, seating himself to the hilt, hitting that delightful spot inside her at the same time. She moans and clenches around him tightly, her face in an expression of pure bliss. Her skin is moist and pink. The sight fills his heart with affection, so he rewards her by kissing her hard and hitting that same spot every time he thrusts into her.
Sakura starts bouncing his lap, crying out when his tip touches her cervix. They eventually fall into the familiar pace: whenever Sakura grounds her hip downward, Minato would thrust upward. The compartment is filled with feminine mewls, a man's grunts, and the wet sound of skin slapping skin.
She loves how deliciously full he makes her feel, and how rough he handles her during lovemaking. Despite his gentleman demeanor toward her, Minato is controlling and demanding in bed. He doesn't hold back his desire, and not above restraining her to gain her submission. It would have been alarming, yet his dominance only turns her on, so she always lets him have his way with her.
Secretly, she knows he looks out for any sign of discomfort she might show, and ceases his actions regardless of whatever intimate position they are in. Such a good boy.
Of course, she would never tell him that unless she wants to lose her ability to walk a couple of days.
As for Minato, he wants to leave his mark on her. Since he can't do that in real life, he resolves to do it in the little time they have. She is such a sweet creature, so receptive to his needs, and takes care of him so well, he wants to make their experiences memorable.
He yearns for her to have him in her heart.
And one day when she looks back, he wants her to remember him with a smile.
When she reaches her climax, its intensity triggers Minato's. Sakura shudders and screams at the burning hot liquid that fills her inside while Minato clings to her as he is emptying himself. For a moment, nothing exists except for her and him.
As she is coming down from her high, she vaguely feels him patting her head and making a cooing sound. Then he adjusts their position so that she is laying down with him towering over her, never once leaving her body.
She doesn't need to see the heat in his eyes to know that they are far from finishing, the hardening member conveys the message clearly. As she spreads her legs and wraps them around his waist, she wonders if their activity can burn up the dessert she had earlier since she doesn't want to spoil dinner with a full stomach.
When Minato starts thrusting into her body again, the silly thought leaves her mind and all she can do is feel.
Time: 4 to 7 PM
Location: 11 Main Street, District 6, Apt 10, Konoha City
Request: Casual but preferably wearing something that she doesn't mind it getting dirty
"Hi Naruto-kun, I see you are making an effort to be on time."
Note: I hope I did well with the smut part. There will be smuts/implied smuts between Sakura and different characters later in the story. They will all be morally consensual (no cheating, no revenge, no blackmailing, no under-the-influence, etc), so I want everyone to be respectful. These characters, while fictional, are legally adults, so they are entitled to their decisions.
Another thing I want to clear up is that as I have emphasized in the prelude and hinted at in this chapter, these dates, while they are sweet, emotional, and heartwarming, at the end of the day, they are simply work. Please don't be surprised when these characters act, think, and feel differently in "real life" and during an appointment, how these men can tolerate each other, or how Sakura can hold relations with all of them. It's called compartmentalization.
Reviews are much appreciated.