Pretending

Era: Shippuden

"Please Sasuke-kun! Let me join your team. I can be an asset to you! Ive trained under Lady Tsunade." Sakura Haruno pleaded with her former comrade as they stood on either side of a destroyed bridge. Sasuke looked disinterested, his battered body dripping with sweat as his chest heaved with every ragged breath. The masked man that stood beside him took a step forward. Sasuke stopped him, extending his arm out in front of the unknown man. "Don't," he said. "Get going. I can take care of her easily." It was with that request that the man spiraled out in a fashion that was eerily similar to the kamui Sakura's sensei could perform.

"You're still so easy to read." His voice was low, suddenly behind her and his hand firmly around her wrists. He held her hands up by her ears, leaning his own face in to whisper. "You think I don't know what you really want?" She suddenly felt pressure on her backside. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his pelvis against her ass was not something she ever thought would happen. He breathed down her neck, chills shooting up her spine. "It'd be easier just to ask it straight out..."

"I.. I don't know what you're talking about." The pinkette tried to keep her composure, willing herself with every ounce of strength she had to not react to his advances. They were probably a trap; she needed to stay on guard.

"Oh don't you?" He pressed further against her, pulling her body against his own. "Then should I tell you? You want us to fuck, Sakura." He slowed his voice as he spoke her name, drawing out each syllable into her ear. It gave her shivers, furthering her already quickly-growing arousal.

"You're mad. I.. I came all this way to kill you." She admitted, though her voice didn't carry much except for hesitation. Sasuke smirked. She didn't see it, she still kept her eyes forward, but she knew he had a cocky, crooked smile on his face. His right arm snaked around her waist, slipping up her shirt to her stomach. Her breath quickened.

"Excited already? I've barely begun."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." His hand roamed her smooth skin, his fingertips gently teasing her belly.

"Keep on pretending, it doesn't make a difference to me. Face it, you're putty in my hands now. You can't even look at me." His hands roamed to her legs together, slipping up her skirt and hooking his thumbs into the black shorts she wore underneath. Once again, he breathed down her neck. Sakura couldn't deny her pussy was wet, she was dying to be touched. His calloused hands felt nice on her stomach and she'd secretly hoped he'd touch her boobs, but alas he was going to taunt her more. She tried to ignore the firm pressure against her ass- now was definitely not the time to think about why he was turned on too, how he was, or any of the million questions that would be racing through her mind if she could think straight.

She couldn't think straight. What was I just thinking about? She pondered to herself, but she couldn't remember. Her mind had been blank this whole time, she only knew she didn't want to admit her arousal. But soon he would know, his fingers were already slipping into her shorts. His right arm holding her by the waist as his left slowly made its way down to her panties. At the hem, he gently gave them a quick tug upwards, rubbing the cloth against her. She whimpered. He pulled again a bit harder, forcing another, louder squeak out of her.

"That's what I thought." He continued his hands down her shorts, finding his way easily over her now-soaked undies. Her face turned bright red. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning, giving him the satisfaction of being right. He curled his fingers. And again. And again. She whimpered pathetically each time he moved his hand along her, barely able to keep her voice inside.

He took his hands out of her pants, must to her dismay. But before she found the words to ask why he stopped, she felt her skirt become unbuttoned and drop to the ground. His hands found their way up her body once more, one around her waist and the other around her chest. He unzipped her top, leaving it open just around her boobs, and slipped his hand inside. He gently squeezed her, bunching the cloth bra she wore. He repeated it several more times, gently massaging her soft flesh.

"Let's get rid of this stupid thing..." He whispered to her, softly speaking into her hair. She felt frozen in place. She didn't want him to know she was excited, she didn't want to surrender to him. She was tired of being so weak when it came to him, no, this time he wouldn't break her. She quickly realized her bra was being pushed up and off her chest, exposed to the cool air. She felt Sasuke's gaze on them, his hot breath on her ear. She felt a new heat reach her face once again. The raven haired boy took his sweet time looking at her, memorizing every detail it felt like.

His hand once again cupped at her boobs, the skin on skin contact making her whimper. He brushed over a defiant nipple, standing erect and sensitive to his touch. She shuddered in pleasure.

"You've got such soft tits, Sakura." The comment made her feel dirty, belittled despite it's complimentary nature. All she was able to pipe out was a pathetic little "mhm" in response. He continued tweaking and teasing her sensitive tits, switching every so often from one nipple to the other. She didn't begin to notice him roll down her shorts until it was too late.

Before she knew what had happened, he once again gripped both of her wrists. Only this time he held them back, slightly behind her hips. She was completely restrained and exposed to him.

"That's a cute spot, too." He commented again, his voice slightly louder than a whisper and commanding. Although she couldn't see it, she knew exactly where he meant. She was slick in anticipation, body begging to be fucked and to be fucked now. Her mouth watered and her mind couldn't hold onto a thought.

That's when he began rubbing her, slowly teasing with his cock at her entrance. He rubbed her up and down a few times, finally earning a weak little moan from her. Taking it as permission, he slowly pushed inwards to her virgin pussy. She yelped in pain. Hurting her however, was not something Sasuke intended to do. He tried to enter her slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the sensation. Once he buried himself as deeply as he could, he leaned in to her ear again.

"Still want to try and pretend you don't want me to do this, or are you ready to admit it?" She whimpered and shook her head. Not out of pride or resentment, but humiliation. Here she was, half naked and dripping wet with a fugitive's cock inside her, whispering dirty things in her ear that she'd never think he would say. "Alright then, keep pretending you're innocent. I actually like that." He told her, slowly rocking his hips into her tight pussy. He sighed in pleasure, not bothering to keep any noise that built up inside him repressed. It wasn't often that he moaned or grunted, but each noise that came out of his mouth was painfully erotic to Sakura's ears.

He bent her over, holding her up by the arms and began thrusting faster into her. Her body rocked in perfect harmony. She wasn't sure what it was, the grip he had on her wrists, the heat she felt below her waist, the cold air on her bare tits, or maybe a combination, but she felt good. Really good. Unimaginably good. It was a deep, warm sensation she'd felt alone in her room times before, when her parents were out or asleep and she was sure she had plenty of time. It almost gave her a high, she loved it and cherished the times she got to experience it. Life was stressful and the warmth, the high, it made her feel calm and not so stressed out.

Now Sasuke was giving her that same deep feeling, only it was more intense. It grew faster, she felt herself almost be pushed over the edge. This time however, it felt higher and higher than ever before. She didn't even realize that as he moved, thrusting slightly harder into her, her resolve had faded and she was a trembling moaning mess, sounds of ecstasy escaping every time he reached the lowest point inside of her.

"Fuck, Sakura... I can't.." His voice trailed off. She felt his cock pulsate twice inside her before something shot up. It was warm, sticky and thick. As it made contact with her insides she felt herself jump off that edge, reach the maximum high. His hand was suddenly over her mouth as the next several seconds of her life were pure bliss. Once she calmed down she felt unable to stand, collapsing backwards onto the man who'd just taken her virginity. The two collapsed onto the ground, panting as if they'd each ran a marathon. She looked at him, his body and face glistening with sweat. He let go of her wrists, now pulling her closer to him with just one hand. That's when he kissed her. His lips dominated her own, his tongue entered her mouth without permission. The kiss was overwhelming, just as what they had just done was, but it was not demanding. She welcomed it gleefully.

Sasuke broke the kiss, looking at her with a coy smile and those damned knowing eyes.

"You're so easy to read."