At this point, there is only one question in her mind: how can someone think straight when someone is fucking you silly against the hotel room's wall?

Her knees feel weak with only his body keeping her up. One toned leg of hers is held by a strong arm; big hands under her knee against his hip as he thrusts. Her vision is hazy from the alcohol and lust running through her veins but she can still feel the intensity of his gaze on hers even in the darkness of the room.

To be honest with you, Sakura can't remember anything aside from the fact that Ino, Temari, Tenten, and her have decided to drink on their last day of vacation in this city. It's her birthday today and she can still hear their drunk cheers earlier when the clock strikes midnight for her 25th year on earth.

Then how come she's here being devoured by probably the hottest person she's ever seen?

His movements become faster and Sakura can't contain the strings of curses that came out of her mouth. She can hear herself and she can't believe she could sound so needy.

The nameless stranger dips his head on her shoulder. "So loud," the man suddenly whispers against her neck, hot puffs of air kissing her skin due to his soft grunts as he continuously pumps his hips.

Sakura bites her lip and refrains from moaning aloud, "Uhh… s-sorry…" Her mind feels like it's full of cotton and she can't form coherent sentences. "B-been so lo- long… a-and it feels… r-really good, oh my g-"

His hot lips cut her moans and she feels him groaning against her mouth. "I didn't say I don't like it," he whispers on her lips. "Be as loud as you want… let me hear you…"

Those words travel from his tongue to her insides, sparking up the flame he started in the first place. That might be the hottest thing someone has said to her in forever.

Holy shit.

With the green light to be as loud as she can, Sakura lets out a strangled whine when he goes in harder. She can feel the curve of his cock hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll at the back of her head in pleasure. Her small, dainty fingers can't reach this part of her whenever she touches herself. And even with the help of a sex toy that her girlfriends gifted her last year, it can't amount to the warmth and girth and length of this man's dick.

Sakura wails her surprise when her release comes abruptly. She can feel and hear him curse afterward because her pussy just clenched to hug him tighter inside her. His hard body pinned her harder against the wall to secure her before lifting her other leg up around his waist.

With the movement, Sakura can faintly hear him curse louder because his cock slides in deeper, "Fuck- you're tight.."

She can feel them moving, with him still inside her and holding her in his arms, as he walks further inside the room. Her back meets the mattress and she can feel him twitching within her walls as he hovers above her.

Soft fancy lights from the back of the headboard illuminate the bed, allowing her to see his face despite her inebriated state. His jaw is set and sculpted by the gods. His lips are plus, red from her kisses. And his eyes are smoldering, entirely focused on her naked form. Sakura burns hotter than ever.

"Comfortable?" the hot stranger murmurs. His strong arms cage her in while widening his thighs as he grinds deeper inside her. She can only nod in response. She can't really think of anything else aside from him rearranging her guts.

The man nods back, "Good." He lowers his head and kisses her lips softly. Like a lover would. "I hope you don't mind taking it slow," he whispers the same time his hips meet hers in an intimate embrace.

He doesn't wait for Sakura's answer. Instead, he takes his time pumping his cock in and out of her dripping slit, groaning against her neck as he goes. Every slow drag of his shaft in her tight walls makes them both delirious with pleasure.

Sakura can only hold on for dear life. Her hands find his sweaty back, broad and smooth to the touch, and sink her blunt nails in them. He retaliates by biting the flesh of her neck in return while still carefully fucking her full.

She loves it. Oh, she absolutely loves it. Her eyes roll at the back of her head as she can feel the head of his cock kissing that spot inside her that makes her see stars. But she wants him deeper; faster.

More. More. More.

"P-please…" she pants. Sakura opens her eyes briefly to tug at his hair near her face since he's still sucking the life out of her neck and clavicle. "I'm c-close…"

The flick of his tongue is the last thing she felt before he raises his head to look at her. There's a subtle smirk on his lips when he says, "You want more?"

She bites her lip and his eyes automatically follow the gesture. She frees it before speaking again, "Y-yes…"

With his eyes still trained on her mouth, Mr. Stranger licks his lips absentmindedly. He lingers for a moment before meeting her hazy eyes again, "I had a hunch you like slow fucking that's why we're here now…"

Now, as in him never stopping the movement of his hips while they hold a conversation. "I never pegged you for a rough kind of girl," he says, still going in and out.

Don't get her wrong. Sakura loves this. It's her favorite. But if you're like her, sex-free for almost 2 years, you're more likely to crave something else. Something feral and desperate and god fuck I need it!

Her face must've said it all since he stops the slow rhythm of his hips, making her close her eyes and whimper from the loss of delicious friction. "C'mon," he whispers in her ear. Sakura feels his teeth slightly nipping her there before diving down to the sensitive spot behind it. His soft lips suck the tender skin before promising her something that made her clench.

"Good things come to those good girls who wait."

His words sink into her entire being and Sakura never felt so fucking hot in her entire life. She softly moans and she opens her eyes briefly to see him looking down at her, sharp as a knife's kiss on her burning skin. "Are you a good girl, love?"

The endearment did things to her heart as well as her loins and suddenly all she wants is to please this man— to give him the same pleasure he's been giving her. All that and more. Breathlessly, she answers.

"Only for you," she whispers, lustful green eyes shining as she looks up at his gorgeous face. She can't see him clearly due to the tears that suddenly formed in her eyes and the delicious sensation in between her legs, but the man above her gapes at her with something akin to fascination and desire mixed in one heavy look. He stops moving inside her then, and before she can voice out her frustration, he leans down.

Wordlessly, his lips find hers once again and the tenderness calms her racing heart. It still has the same effect on her earlier— the tightening of her pussy around his cock and the digging of her nails on his back, but his wild heartbeat is faster this time. She can feel it against her heaving breasts pressed between their sweaty skin. He removes his other hand that was supporting his weight to cradle her face in it, moving it to the side to fully receive his passionate kiss.

Sakura has never been kissed like this before; like being devoured inside and out. His lips are petal-soft, gentle and demanding at the same time. His tongue tastes every corner of her mouth and she feels him groan into their kiss when hers do the same. His hand is now below her jaw, angling her face before his lips meet the skin of her neck.

"You're so soft," he murmurs against her jaw. "So good… so good for me…"

She wants to moan his name, but she doesn't know anything about him aside from the fact that he's making her crazy. Instead, she unabashedly runs her fingers from his back to his hair and tugs him back to her mouth, "Mmm… yes baby…"

She instantly knows he liked that because his hips and his breath stuttered for a bit. From her fucked-out state, Sakura keeps that fact to herself. For what, she doesn't know yet.

They kiss ferociously and as she gets into it again, he resumes the slow pace of his hips and grinds into her. "Oh f-fuck…" She breathes against his mouth, eyes tightly closed as her tears of pleasure finally drop from her lids. She feels his lips on the corner of her eyes, gathering its moisture, and makes his way down to her cheeks as he continues to fuck her slowly.

There's something building inside her again, more powerful than the last, but she knows it's going to be a while before it bursts. It makes her ache and itch, and so she pleads one more time to this beautiful stranger to end her agony.

"I-I'm right th-there…" Sakura begs. "Plea-se… ah.."

With a particularly deep thrust, he plunges deeper inside her making her moan loudly. Just above her noise comes a pleasured grunt of his own. His hands guide her arms to loop around his neck before making their way under her naked body to pull her up in a sitting position. This angle made his cock reach her spot and she feels her slick just gushes down all the way to his balls. She hears him curse.

"Shit," he grits under his breath. "Fuck- ah… you're so wet, love…"

"Ohh…" she moans. There's nothing else to do, isn't it? She doesn't even know if she came exactly or what.

Warm hands grip her hips and guide her up and down at a gentle pace. In the back of her head, she knows it's for her own sake. She's been with this man for a span of mere minutes and yet there's a feeling inside her that knows he's very considerate. She feels it in his touch, his unwavering gaze.

Once the motion of his cock in and out of her weeping pussy goes smoothly, his fingers find her slender neck and angle her so she can look at him.

Dark eyes pierce her soul as he whispers to her, "You want to come… right, love?" She can only nod in response, still going up and down his dick, and in return, his grip tightens around her. Down below, she clenches hard and exhales a moan that makes the look in his eyes more intense towards her. "Don't be shy now… you were begging for it earlier."

With only one goal in mind, she stops moving as her hands explore his naked chest, feeling his thumping heart, before stopping right below his chin. Her fingers move around his one-day stubble, and her eyes trace his face— from his elegant eyebrows to the slope of his nose, down to his panting mouth. It feels powerful to see that she's not the only one who's affected by this.

Earnestly, Sakura leans forward to press a kiss on his lips. She doesn't linger, only touches their lips together, but she feels it all the way to her toes.

"Yes… I want to cum on you…"

There's a stillness in the air before his hands force her hips up, only to slam her down his cock. After she releases a moan that shrilled through the entire room, he grunts, "Then give it to me…"

The next minute is a blur to Sakura, as much as the rest of the night really, but she has a feeling she will remember this for the rest of her life. Her thighs ache from balancing above him but she pays it no mind as she rides him towards completion. Her arms are around his neck and her face is buried against his neck, muting the never-ending moans from her lips.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Fuck! Yesss…"

"Oh, I-I'm coming…"

His thumb shows out of nowhere and touches her little pleasure button and Sakura finally goes off. She tightens her thighs around him— her arms, her pussy— as she comes and comes. She chokes on air as she finds her equilibrium while feeling little aftershocks of her orgasm. She can hear herself from far away, moaning oh fuck baby and so good, so fucking good, and she has no energy to feel shame at all.

And yet her strength starts to come back to see this— her lover for tonight has now laid her on her back for the second time and starts to chase his own high. Now that she has come twice from his cock, he has no more inhibitions in reaching his climax without thinking about her pleasure. Still a little sensitive from the mind-blowing orgasms he has given her, Sakura wraps her legs around him.

His face is hidden against her hair and she can hear his little grunts in her ear, making her clench. Without looking, his fingers slot in between hers on her free hand, "Don't do that…" His voice is soft and hot and fuck does it do things to her. But she wants him undone; completely fucked out like she is.

"Let go, baby…" Sakura moans in his ear, kissing it afterward. Her free hand pulls his thigh, a wordless request to be closer; to go deeper in her and her eyes almost cross from the pleasure when his hips go harder against her.

This isn't for you, she reminds herself.

With her last burst of energy, she pleads to him. "Come for me…"

"Oh fuc-"

Right on cue, she feels him twitch inside her and hears him groan his peak. She silently laments not feeling his warm cum in her, but she vaguely remembers the wrinkled condom wrapper that he fished out of his wallet before he fucked her against the wall earlier. Sakura wonders what it will feel like to take his cock raw. She softly whines with that vivid image in her mind, earning another moan from her birthday stranger.

"Stop making those noises or you'll never walk again," he warns her, panting softly against her breasts. She giggles under her breath, the alcohol effects halfway gone in her system replaced by undeniable satisfaction. She gasps as she feels him slide out of her.

She murmurs sleepily, her tongue now loose since she feels satiated after being in drought for so long, "It's my birthday today, let me keep my legs."

For a while, only the sound of their breathing can be heard inside his room. The curtains are drawn but in the tiny gap of it comes the moonlight that bathes the side of her face. That's how she looks when he finally raises his head to look at her. Her eyes are still closed but she can feel his eyes on her.

"Happy birthday," she hears him say. With heavy eyes, Sakura tries her best to look at this stranger's face, memorizing every detail so she can remember this even after she's sober. His gentle gaze tugs at her chest and she gives him a small, genuine smile.

"Thank you."

She faintly heard him say something else but her eyes are too heavy and her body too sore, so she closes her eyes. Maybe later she can have her birthday breakfast with this gorgeous man and ask for his name. But these questions are for sane people, not for well-fucked ones.

See you later, baby.

But the moment she wakes up— alone, hungover, and with 3 girlfriends nearly exploding her inbox but without a mysterious, hot, and beautiful stranger beside her— Sakura realizes that later might be never.


~à suivre~


a/n: hello! this is supposed to be for sakura's birthday this year klafjalkfjakj i am so sorry! not gonna explain anymore since life, as we all know it, is a lil bit of a bitch sometimes so u all know why i've been gone for a while and late to finish my fics. but! i am writing again, slowly but surely, and this is an attempt to get back to ur good graces hehehe i tried my best to write some smut so here ya go! see u on sasuke's birthday soon! HAPPY SASUSAKU MONTH EVERYONE! ❤