title: love me good, love me hard
summary: 50 onesentence!fics of pure, delicious smut.
rating: M. Very, very hard M.
dedication: to lore, because she's awesome, miko because she is the sole reason this even exists, and stannide, because her writing is amazing and i aspire to be like her? also she's my RIVAL bwhehehehhe
note: some of these are related, but most of them are not. keep that in mind. otherwise, enjoy this smut galore!
note2: and yes, i may have broken writing rules for this.
the bench
It is a place that he treasures and thinks about with untainted thoughts, holding a most precious, innocent memory of their relationship with words that were once his only anchor to the light of this world; so when their kissing transitions to something more intense, when he feels her crawl atop his lap, fingers working on the opening of his pants, he really does try to salvage the purity of it—but he finds it hard to think about anything at all as he feels her hand wrap around the hard length of him, guiding him inside, where his world becomes defined by nothing but the sheer wet, tight, heat of her.
sarada's bed
She knew they shouldn't be doing this, knew how wrong it all is and how much Sarada would kill the both of them if she knew what happened, but his hands were so warm and his mouth felt so good there, and he was doing that thing with his tongue, and—oh, damn it all, she thought to herself, moaning loudly as she tugged on his hair and pushed his face closer between her thighs, I can always wash the sheets before she comes back from her mission.
whipped cream on her body
As a general rule, Sasuke avoids all things sweet, never one to have developed the taste for sugary delicacies since he was so very little—but, he thinks with a wicked smirk, running his tongue along the swell of her whipped-cream slathered breast, and relishing in the way she arches and moans, fingers twisting in his hair, I think I kinda like the taste of this.
shower
She swears she never means for it to turn out like this every time she invites him along, but he always looks so delectable with his heat-flushed skin and sopping wet hair, and she thinks suspiciously that he might be the one always trying to start something with his seductive little smirks and smoky gaze—so really, she can't be held accountable for jumping his bones every time they share a shower.
against a wall
Running his hand through her hair, Sasuke groaned and brushed his mouth at the base of her throat, licking a long patch of skin there, huffing out pants and muffled sounds of pleasure as he squeezed her ass and rocked her body harder against the wall beside their front door, relishing in the way she cried out weakly and jerked her hips against his own, whispering how much she missed him, how much she needed him, how much she loved him—and he swallowed her confessions with a slow, passionate kiss, showing her in his own way that he had missed her just as much, needed her just as badly… loved her just as intensely.
sauna
It was the way his cheeks flushed under the heavy, humid air of the tiny room, and the way sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled down his chin, that prompted her to reach out and snatch his lips to hers, one hand grasping onto his damp, sweaty hair, while the other delved beneath the thin white towel to pump his thick girth, belly swimming with burning desire as he ripped his mouth away and groaned, tipping his head back against the hot wall while his lips stayed parted to let out soft pants.
swimming
She leans her head back against the wet ceramic tiles and gasps his name, clenching her teeth tight as he fucks her rough against the pool wall, his throaty grunts coming out muffled against her neck as she pushes her hands to his ass and whispers for him to go faster, harder—before his brother comes back out with the watermelon slices and lemonades he'd promised to fetch for the three of them.
lake sex
His mouth leaves her wet neck and falls to her breast to catch the droplets of water running there, tongue swirling around her sensitive pink bud, something like a smirk creeping to his lips as she shudders, throws her head back against the rugged rock and begs him with a moan of his name, hips jerking towards his underwater, in a silent plea to finally sink into her and end his torturous teasing.
sounds we make
He knows with certainty that one of the things they both love to do best in the times of love and heat and lust, is to listen to the sounds they make for one another—the soft grunts and guttural moans and groans, the quiet hisses of breath and little gasps; to the melody of their oftentimes loud, sensual dance.
naruto's hokage desk
"I'm gonna fuck you on that desk," he said, pressing his weight against her back while he fumbled with the opening of his pants and pushed down her shorts and underwear, "and I'm gonna make you come twice before the idiot gets back from his stupid ramen pick-up—and then you're gonna beg me for more."
blindfolded Sasuke
He didn't expect to wake up blindfolded the morning after his exhausting month-long mission, flushed and panting lightly, wrists and ankles bound to the bed, delicate fingers teasing the lines of his abdomen, while a wet, heated mouth worked on his rock-hard length, sending a torrent of the most sinful pleasure coursing through him, causing him to groan and gasp and arch at her touch, body shuddering in anticipation as he heard Sakura whisper, "You're all mine today, Sasuke-kun…"
highschool locker room
She leaned her head back against his shoulder with a sharp gasp, a strangled moan escaping her when he stroked her harder, her flushed cheeks gaining a shade when he pulled her tighter against himself with a grunt, digging his teeth into her skin and grinding his erection on her ass—and then the stirrings of release came and her hand shot up to claw at the arm fondling her chest underneath her work-out tank top, choked cries leaving her as she pleaded, "Faster, harder, oh god, Sasuke-kun, I'm coming, I'm coming—"
detective
"So, Forehead, tell me: has Sasuke finally stopped playing detective with your ever so important clitoris—or is he still on the lookout?"
under a bed
He should probably be angry at her, or sulk in the way he so desperately wanted to right now—after all, there was never a day in his life that Sasuke ever wanted to know about his idiot best friend's sex life, much less be present and hear a whole fucking session of it, and it was her whole damn fault they were in this situation in the first place—but it was hard to care about anything but the way Sakura panted and whimpered, biting at his shoulder to muffle her moans, while he licked the salty skin of her neck and moved his fingers in tandem with the squeaking of the bed.
during a mission with others
Her thighs quiver when he squeezes her ass and fucks her faster against the tree, sending her eyes rolling to the back of her head, weak cries slipping from her mouth, and her heart quickens as he suddenly slips his hand over her lips to cover her keening sounds, his breath huffing against her ear as he whispers roughly, "Be quiet—they'll hear us."
skype sex
She hungrily watches the way he slowly strokes his cock, as he pants and groans, her eyes glazed and half-fluttered shut, tooth digging into her bottom lip as she fleetingly touches the skin of bare breasts... and it isn't until a whisper of her name falls from his lips that she succumbs to her desire and touches herself, responding to his call with an equally soft cry, spreading her legs wide open so he could savor the sight of her longing for him, in the same way she had been enraptured with the sight of his for her.
sexy apron
"What?" she said, looking at his heavy blush and furrowed brows, before she gave him another strong tug and grinned at his loud groan, teasing, "The apron said 'show your appreciation to the cook'—and that's exactly what I'm doing."
when one of them is on the phone
Her tongue slips on the underside of his cock, lips suctioning softly at the tip, and she smiles at him when he tightens his free hand on her hair and swallows tightly, looking at her hungrily while he struggles to keep up with the idiot's babbling, and she can't help but wonder what more it would take for him to lose his composure; so she takes up the challenge and takes him in again, swallowing as much of him as she can, making light humming noises as she feels him hit the back of her throat—and her lips tug upwards as he shouts and throws the phone to the foot of the bed without care, both hands grasping the back of her head as he spills himself inside the wet warmth of her mouth.
Kakashi and Naruto hear
They had been so quiet, and she had been riding him so damn good, and oh, he had been so close—but Sasuke found after he'd mistakenly let out a raspy moan that there had never been a more effective boner-killer than to hear his old teacher mutter, "Oh jesus christ," while his dumbass of a best friend shouted, loud and mortified, "Tell me you guys aren't actually fucking in the tent right next to us!"
sex tape
It had taken him months to get her to talk about it without shutting him down and fleeing from the room, a few weeks more to convince her the idea could be sexy, and even then, she had still been so flustered and meek when they'd finally worked up to making it—so when he catches her watching it when he comes home one night from a long mission, with glazed eyes, hitching breaths and a working hand between her legs, he can't help but to watch her and starve in the sight, a sinful smile gracing his mouth as she turns her head to look at him and bites her lip, moaning.
on the table with windows open
She closes her teeth around her finger as he picks up his tempo and slams his hips harder against her own, pace wild, chocking down a loud cry when he grunts and grabs her ass, pulling her towards him until half of her body is practically hanging off their kitchen table, her pleasure-hazed, green eyes drawing themselves to their open windows as she moans desperately, "Ohh… not so hard Sasuke-kun, s-someone's gonna hear us…!"
after baby
The first time they made love after she'd given birth to their baby girl, it was almost three months later; his touch was careful, light and gentle, like he was afraid any rough stroke would hurt her, mouth pressing to her skin with the most profound affection—and even if she felt crazed with need, having gone too long without her husband's hot, sexual expertise, she couldn't find it in herself to command him to screw her brains out like she wanted him to, instead relishing in his loving touch, languid kisses, and the rocking of his hips into hers, so slow and tender she almost felt her heart would burst with the immensity of his love.
quietly in a bathroom at a party
She gasps and claws at his back when his hand dips between their bodies to rub at her throbbing clit, heart pounding excitedly at the loud cheers and laughing on the other side of the door, her fingers digging into his thick hair aggressively when he groans against her throat and quickens his pace, whispering that he's close—and then her release hits her and she stiffens, muffling her scream with a rough bite to his neck, eyes slipping shut tightly as she grinds down onto him and feels him come inside her in long, hot spurts, causing her teeth to clench down even harder on his skin, as she listens to his loud groan and tries to draw out their sneaky moment of ecstasy.
new mattress
When she tested the plumpness and bounce of the mattress and asked him what he thought about this one, she didn't expect him to come up behind her and mold his chest to her back, his hand pressing against her own on the mattress as he dirtily whispered, "I don't know, do you think you'd be comfortable if I pressed you on your stomach right now and rode you hard?"
training ground
He knows as soon as she angrily tears her vest off and swears vengeance that this spar is only going to end up in a very different kind of training.
in front of the fireplace
He pressed his fingers harder into the flesh of her hips at her hard grind, thrusting upwards softly when she smiled at him, lips brushing against his own as she dragged her calloused fingertips over his pointy ears; rising and falling steadily onto him, breathless little moans fell from her lips when he watched the lights of the fireplace flickering on her glistening body and ran his hands over her sweaty skin, his mouth parting in awe at her beauty, and when she started quivering, he sought to intertwine their hands, capturing her cry of relief with a hard kiss as he whispered a quiet confession of his forbidden love and found his release inside of her.
sarada in the next room
"No, we can't do this Sasuke-kun, Sarada's in the next room and she—O-oh… oh fuck yes, like that," she breathed, legs falling open wider, nails digging into his scalp as he brushed his hot tongue over her swollen bud again and sucked, his long fingers stroking her inner walls and curling to brush against that one spot he knew drove her crazy.
roleplay in costumes
She finds the idea of it ridiculously hilarious—that is, until she comes home one night and finds Sasuke looking outrageously sexy in his fit police uniform, twirling metal handcuffs in one hand as he smirks and murmurs, "You're under arrest."
threesome
"Relax," he says, as he pulls her back into his chest and softly fondles a breast, pressing a reassuring kiss to her jaw when she shakes at the sight of his clone settling between her thighs, brushing his lips to her center and gently parting her folds, "And enjoy yourself."
his parent's bed
And he doesn't quite realize she's pushed them into the wrong room and the wrong bed until he's half undressed and lying down the bed, while she kisses her way down his body and squeezes the outline of his arousal, causing his head to wrench to the side, eyes squeezed shut, for a moment, before he opens them and finds himself staring at a picture of his parents smiling at him—instantly killing the mood.
hospital bed
Sakura knew they shouldn't be doing this in her state, that she should be resting and recovering from her significantly critical wounds (the ones that had almost cost her life), but he'd been trembling so hard, had been so scared to lose her, and she couldn't find it in herself to push him away—didn't want to—when he climbed on top of the bed and kissed her slow and deep, making quick work of his pants before carefully pushing up her gown and sinking into her, mindful of her bandages and of keeping his weight off her as he built up a gentle, deliberate rhythm, leaning his forehead onto hers as he whispered her name over and over again, while she held his face between her hands and kissed him, panting out moans and soft, loving words.
vibrator
He finds its existence in Sakura's life quite offensive when he finds the toy in a drawer tucked in the corner of her closet—even after she explains to him, "Sasuke-kun, I've had it since years before we even got together, you big baby"—but finds his scorn towards the object positively vanished when she hands it to him and challenges, "Think you can give me a record-breaking number of orgasms with the help of this thing, tonight?"
voyeurism
"I want to watch you touch yourself," he said, as he leaned back and gave her room to move, watching as her face flushed deeply, his name falling from her lips uncertainly before she shakily opened her legs and did as he requested, touching herself slowly and with expertise, biting into her bottom lip as the look in his eyes blazed, breath catching a little in his throat.
dressing room
And it takes all the strength in his body not to shout when the store worker knocks on his stall and asks him if everything is alright, making Sakura giggle most quietly, the vibrations of her laughs creating the most amazing wonders on his throbbing erection that almost sends him over the edge, but he manages to hold back by closing his eyes and squeezing a fistful of her hair, voice croaky as he responds, "Yeah, everything's good here."
caught in the act
"OH GOD DAMNIT—EW, THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK, CAN'T YOU PUT A TIE ON YOUR DOOR OR SOMETHING?"
striptease
She never knew she could extract such a powerful reaction from him by merely putting on a show of slowly, sensually undressing herself in front of him, hands caressing her body fleetingly while she languidly revealed her naked skin to his hungry eyes—and when he finally reached for her bared self moments after she was done, she laughed and kisses him deeply, swearing to herself to do this kind of thing more often.
trapped in a cave during a snowstorm
And even when the only thing protecting her from the cold hard ground was his thin, barely warming poncho, even when the tiny fire at the side of their sweat-slicked bodies did nothing to warm her, even with the heavy, biting snowstorm blowing outside—Sakura honestly felt like she was suffocating, overheated, gasping breaths leaving her lips every time he palmed her hot skin, his mouth like liquid lava on her own, his sinful hips pumping into her own with vigorous strength, setting her whole body on fire.
masturbation
A hoarse groan slipped from his mouth as Sasuke pounded his hand over his cock, spreading the wetness beading at the tip, jaws clenching shut as he ran his black eyes over the provocative words in her letter, playing out the scenes in his head—and as he read those words that always spiked the stirrings of release ("I'm touching myself right now, thinking of you… oh, I miss the feeling of you coming inside me, Sasuke-kun…"), he moaned vulnerably and beat his hand harder against his quivering member, seeking desperately to reach his climax until body bowed forward and into himself, a choked cry leaving him as he spilled himself in his hand and over her letter.
hospital office
"This is an emergency," she tells him seriously, kissing him harder as she grinds against his lap with more insistence, seeking for friction desperately as she frowns and goes on, "I am way too tense right now, and if you don't help me get rid of some of it right now, I'm going to explode and rampage this whole hospital—and we don't want that, do we?"
library
She looks so damn gorgeous as she stands there, babbling excitedly about this discovery she's made in his family's library, of a medical jutsu she had never known about before, and he can't help but to push her against the shelves and kiss her for it, hands groping her ass enthusiastically—before he stiffens and groans when she suddenly hooks her thighs around his hips, and fumbles with the belt of his pants, telling him to pound her quick and hard.
pretending to be a couple on a mission but it went too far
She knows they've gone too far into their pretense once they reach the inn they're staying in and he catches her wrist tightly, a moan falling from her lips as he presses her against the wall and reaches to squeeze one breast, his hips grinding into hers tensely as he presses his face to her neck and whispers hoarsely, "Fucking hell, Sakura, did you have to touch me like that?"
janitor's closet
When they finally walked out the tiny closet with messy hair, rumpled clothes, flushed faces and satisfied looks, they learned quickly, with all eyes of the hospital staff and visitors fixed on them, that the janitor's closet wasn't really that inconspicuous of a place to have sex in.
itachi's room
His brother's room is eerily similar to his own so he doesn't realize as quickly as he should, and he's already fucking her against the wall before he sees Itachi's guitar on the side of the bed and stiffens, groaning in her neck, "God damnit, Sakura, this isn't my—are you doing this on purpose?"
while sakura's pregnant
He pressed his hand to her belly softly, and she groaned, squinting her eyes open as she pressed one hand to his chest and she rode him harder, her other hand reaching to slap over his mouth when she saw that look in his eyes change, and she clenched her jaw before she snarled, "I swear if you want to ask me one more time if we're fucking hurting her, I'm gonna rip your vocal chords out, you worry wart."
Sasuke's sensitive nipples
He likes to pretend they're not, but the way he flinches and holds his breath every time she flicks her thumb along the red peaks and teasingly suckles on them tells her otherwise.
double penetration
She screams and bites into his neck with wide eyes as her third orgasms slams into her, body shuddering uncontrollably against the pleasure, fingers buried tightly within raven locks of her husband lying beneath her, rubbing her sides, while his clone lays careful kisses down the length of her spine and over her shoulders—but when they (he) move again, thrusts in synch and complete complement to one another's rhythm, she sobs at the overwhelming pleasure and cries out, "Oh god, oh god, I can't take it anymore, I can't come anymore, Sasuke-kun—It's too much… Oh!"
drunk sakura
Drunk Sakura, he finds, doesn't particularly care for privacy or public decency, as she palms his erection over his pants at the crowded bar stand and squeezes with expert knowledge, whispering dirty things in his ear as he swallows nervously and blushes ten kinds of red.
premature
He's shaking when he slides inside her for the first time, and she feels so good like this, so wet and warm and tight, that he can barely handle the smothering sensations that threaten to overtake him, mouth opening against the flesh of her throat to let out a strangled moan—but he embarrassedly only manages a few thrusts before he cries out and bows his body into hers, coming in hard, long spurts, her name falling from his lips in a small stutter; and when he looks at her a moment later, cheeks flushed in both arousal and humiliation, he doesn't quite expect her to look so turned on and breathless, teeth digging into her bottom lip, like the feeling of him climaxing into her only served to drive her mindless with need.
clone
And as she touched herself to the sight of their clones rutting out one another like animals, shaking and quivering as the movements of her fingers and his hot, wet kisses on her skin pulled her closer to the edge, she couldn't help crying out and reaching behind her to grasp a fistful of her lover's hair, begging and moaning for him to take her, to make her come, to fuck her just as ruthlessly as his duplicate fucked hers, a whimper of torture slipping from her lips as he wrapped an arm around her and whispered gruffly, "Not until you make yourself come."
dirty talk
She bursts into laughter as Sasuke presses her front against the wall and tries to whisper filthy words into her ear, his tone coming out awkward and all too deep, but he's quick to make her forget his embarrassingly amateur dirty talk as he sinks his cock into her depths and slips his hand between her legs to touch where she is most sensitive, sending her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he instead shows her what he is actually really good at.
fin.
A/N: Do tell, which one was your favorite? ;D
DeepPoeticGirl