Title: burn me, love me
Summary: how can i summary a smut galore
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompts: apron, a game of cat and mouse, travels, celebration, welcome home, eyes, cowgirl, virgin, wedding night, hot springs, dirty little secret, lotr, tied up, take it slow, phone calls, in the office, no shame, dominance, anata (dear), jutsu creativity, early mornings, glowing, making a salad.
Warning(s): Heavy smut ahead, though it isn't always explicit. Some of it is just implied, though not a whole lot.
Comments: Idk I really wanted to do every prompt for this month but I didn't have the inspiration or time to make a complete story for all of the ones left, so I decided why not pull off tiny drabbles about each of them where I just can start right in the thick of it if I want to?
apron
The warmth on her back isn't something she expects when she turns around, shoulders slumped in defeat. He had seemed so oblivious, so sleepy in her attempts to get him to notice her lack of attire, but with his hard length digging into the small of her back, she knows now that he had only played pretend. Her breath catches in her throat when his hand runs roughly over her stomach, the burn of desire buzzing through her veins with enough force to have her pushing back against him.
"Sas—"
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice, Sakura?" he whispers hotly, lips brushing against her ear as he trails his fingers heatedly along the apex of her thighs, and into a thatch of soft curls. He cups her heat, and she stiffens, arching against him with the softest moan.
"You wouldn't react," she gasps, biting onto her lip. "No matter what I did, you never seemed to realize I was only wearing—"
"I did," he growls, pushing his arousal against her naked warmth. Hand leaving the space between her thighs, he vehemently coaxes her into bending over the smooth surface of their kitchen counter. She feels him fumbling with the opening of his pants, and shudders in anticipation, burying her face in her arms as he wetly kisses the back of her neck and murmurs gruffly, "I just wanted to see how far you'd go."
She doesn't have the breath to say anything more, as she feels him push inside her with insistent force, his lone hand grasping on the material of her thin apron as he bucked harshly against her ass, building up a quick, ruthless rhythm.
/
a game of cat and mouse
"All day…" she mumbled, burying thin fingers in his hair as she rolled her hips onto his hard, biting onto her lip. "All day you've been teasing me…" She gripped him tighter, rising and falling against him a little faster, trembling. "Finding me everywhere. Touching me… Kissing me… Working me up…" Sakura kissed him, raking her nails over his scalp with enough force to have him groaning. "And still," she panted, picking up the pace of her thrusts and riding him harder, quicker. "Still, you make me do all the work…"
A wicked smirk twitched at his lips, and she felt her heart stutter, throat growing tight as he squeezed the flesh of her ass and gave a rough upward thrust, sending a sharp cry tumbling out of her lips. Her face fell in the crook of his neck when he sharply drove into her again, fingers twisting in his dark locks as he hummed against her ear and whispered huskily, "You're right. I guess it would only be fair to help you out, then…"
/
travels
This wasn't how he wanted it to happen. Their first time was supposed to be on a warm, comfortable bed, safe from prying eyes, wrapped in a world of blankets and a gentle warmth.
Not… like this. Not on the cold, stony ground of a dark, dark cave, with only the thin material of his cloak to protect her skin, and a small campfire to keep them warm.
But she was beautiful, despite it all, with her slicked flesh glistening and painted with the orange lights of the fire, her pink locks splayed in a halo of innocence, looking up at him with those wide green eyes like she'd never been more in love.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, dragging his lips to her collarbone, her neck, his movements faltering. "If you're uncomfortable, we can—"
"Please keep going," she breathed, running her fingers into his hair softly, holding him close. "It—It hurts a little, but it feels good, too, Sasuke-kun… So don't stop. I don't want this moment to end yet, please."
Jaw clenching tight, he nodded, hand snaking around the back of her neck to capture her mouth in a long, sweet kiss, hips rocking tenderly into her own again. Sakura didn't care that it wasn't warm and cozy and soft, that it wasn't what they had planned, and the knowledge made his heart swell with such tenderness, compelling him to break from the kiss and press his forehead to her own with enormous affection, sighing her name.
"It's perfect," she whispered, moaning so very softly. "So perfect." Locking her ankles behind his back, she smiled at him and murmured, green eyes twinkling, "I love you, Sasuke-kun. So very much."
/
celebration
He could feel the precipice of his climax approaching, closer and closer as she rode him even harder, the sharp cries tumbling out of her mouth echoing straight to his throbbing cock. Sasuke clung to her, holding his hand to her ass to help her move, his teeth clamping around her shoulder as she roughly scraped her nails down his back, breathing out his name.
"I'm coming," she moaned, thrusting frantically, her breath harsh against his ear. "I'm coming, Sasuke-kun, I'm—"
Exploding bliss shot up his spine, and Sasuke bowed into her, digging his fingers harshly into her ass as he furiously pumped his hips into hers and spurted his thick release with a choked up, "Fuck…!" Her walls tightened around him with an almost unbearable strength, and he almost gasped, a feverish moan slipping from his mouth as he shuddered and buried his face into her chest, weakly grinding out the last waves.
"Not that I'm complaining," he mumbled, one long moment later, his voice heavy and sluggish,"but what was that all about?"
Breath still labored, Sakura smiled against his neck, kissing his sweaty skin languidly. Contented, she hummed, "Celebration."
Body listless and soft, Sasuke tipped his head back, unable to do much more than to gently touch her hair. "…For what?"
Laughing softly, she slowly pushed herself to look at him, her trembling hands cupping his face. "Well, Sasuke-kun," she whispered, kissing him gently. "I'm pregnant."
Heart skipping a few heartbeats, Sasuke couldn't help but to kiss her deeper, his arm wrapping around her tightly to keep her close. He didn't have the words to express the happiness that he felt.
/
welcome home
"Sakura…" he whispered, panting hard, long fingers winding gently in her soft, pink locks. He watched with half-shuttered dark eyes as her mouth lifted and lowered over him in a timely rhythm, surrounding him in a world of dizzying slicked warmth, the bliss so sweet it had his chest rumbling with low, breathless groans.
He still wasn't sure what had taken over her to push him down on the patio chair like that, eagerly lowering his pants and underwear as she kissed him with a kind of passion he had missed so dearly in his years away, but Sasuke couldn't find it in himself to ponder on why when his wife was kneeling between his legs like that, working on his hard length so enthusiastically, her green, green eyes burning with a kind of yearning that had him swallowing tightly.
"Sakura," he breathed, tightening his grip, a drop of sweat rolling down to his chin. "If you keep this up I'll…"
"Go ahead," she hummed, rolling her tongue around the head and squeezing the base. Her eyes, dark with desire and pent-up lust, twinkled with a light mirth. "I've been waiting far too long to welcome you home like this."
Hips bucking shakily, Sasuke's control snapped. Fingers twisting roughly in her hair, he let his eyes slip shut and shuddered, her name falling from his lips in a moan of thick affection as he finally let the waves of release take him and spilled himself in the heat of her mouth.
Distantly, in the haze of his pleasure-muddled mind, he heard her giggle and say, "How I've missed seeing you like this, dear."
/
eyes
He was doing it again.
Looking at her with those eyes, like he was hungry for her.
(Like he wanted to touch her—anywhere, everywhere—and run his mouth over every inch of her. Like he wanted to make her moan, to make her pant, to make her cry his name; to bury himself in her depths and move in wild passion, groaning and whispering her name until relief took them both.)
In the privacy of their home, or alone in empty grounds, she wouldn't have minded—but they were surrounded by their friends, discussing important political matters, and if anyone paid attention, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what her dear husband was thinking about.
A light smirk tipped at his mouth, and she blushed, averting her gaze from him.
"Gaara said it's nothing to worry about, but I don't know," Naruto said, crossing his arms over his chest. He frowned. "The guy gives off a weird vibe. I don't trust him."
"As much as I trust your gut, I don't think having a bad vibe is going to help you convince the others," Shikamaru said, shaking his head. "You need material."
Sakura could feel Sasuke's eyes on her, and it made her fidget, belly warming with desire. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and stubbornly kept her gaze on the table.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Naruto replied, waving Shikamaru off. "I'll need to send someone out to do some reconnaissance." He gave a look to Sasuke, and grinned, throwing his arms behind his head. "Say, bastard, you up for it?"
She couldn't help but to look at him for this, her cheeks darkening at the way he brushed his thumb over his lip, the corner of his lip twitching again. Keeping his eyes on her, he snorted, "I'm not your dog, idiot. Any one of your jounin could do the job."
"You're the one who—"
Sasuke's eyes shifted from her, glancing at Naruto with irritation. "I asked for aproper mission."
"Oh, whatever—"
"We'll find someone else who's willing, I'm sure," Shikamaru suddenly intoned, sighing. "Hokage-sama, why don't you come with me so we can get a summon from your office and file the right paperwork," he said, rising from his seat and starting towards the door. As he passed behind her, he leaned and muttered lowly, "Your husband is not very discreet—go home, and get a room."
Blushing madly, Sakura stuttered a soft apology and buried her face in her hands, refraining the urge to groan. She looked up to glare at Sasuke when the door clicked, but only found herself struggling not to squirm when hot breath fanned over her neck, lips brushing the back of her ear.
Abruptly pushing him away, Sakura stood from her chair and exclaimed, flustered, "You have got to stop doing this in front of other people!"
The smirk that tipped to his lips told her he wasn't going to.
/
cowgirl
She wasn't sure what it was about him that brought her to act like this. She wasn't a girl who slept with strangers, or guys she barely knew; the few sexual partners she'd had were men she knew and cared for, men who cared back. She'd only met Sasuke a couple hours ago, when Naruto and Kakashi had brought him in for drinks, and although they'd barely been able to keep their eyes off each other, they couldn't have spoken more than twenty words before they ended up like this—before they ended up sneaking into the barn behind her family's bar, kissing and touching and groping, half of their clothes flying off.
"Sakura," he whispered, running his hands over the fullness of her breasts with an achingly gentle touch, dark eyes hooded. There was a tenderness to their depths, a flicker of something that made her breath catch.
She threw her head back, moaning, pressing her hands on his chest to move harder, faster. "I don't usually do this," she gasped, one hand snatching at his thigh in need. "Ah—I mean I've never—I've never—"
He groaned, and rose up to kiss her, rough fingers finding the swell of her hips as he jerked up into her with quick, sure thrusts. "You're not the only one," he said, straining through the pleasure. He kissed her messily, zealously, and she breathed his name, slipping her hands into his hair as he moaned and murmured, "Fuck, you ride good."
/
virgin
He felt like he couldn't breathe when he finally pushed inside of her, the heat of her burning and dizzying his mind, tightening in his chest, sending him panting harder. Half a groan pressing to the back of his throat, he tried not to let his eyes slip shut, gaze locked onto her lightly grimacing face with keen attention.
"Shit," he cursed, when their hips finally connected. She was so hot, so wet, so sweetly snug around him. He didn't think he was going to last very long. "Sakura, I…"
"Don't hold back, Sasuke-kun," she whispered, running her hands over his chest, his shoulders, his neck. She kissed him deeply, letting her thighs fall open some more. "You don't need to hold back for me."
Groaning, Sasuke kissed her back, smoothing his hands over the curve of her ass to gently thrust into her. "I don't want to hurt you," he said, pressing his forehead to hers, hips rocking lightly, carefully. He swallowed tightly as she caught her breath, closing her eyes. "Tell me what to do to make you feel good. Even if I can't last, I want this to be good for you, too."
/
wedding night
It isn't the first time that they've made love, or the second, or the third, or the twentieth, but there is something strangely different about tonight. There is a swell in his chest every time he touches her, kisses her, moves within her, like a bubbling of pride so soft and warm, of a love renewed and so very pure. Sasuke thinks it is because she is his wife now, she is family, his to hold forever and always.
"Sasuke-kun," she whimpers, wrapping her arms around him tightly, ankles locked behind his back."I love you. God, I love you."
He groans, and captures her mouth in a long, deep kiss, keeping the slow, gentle rocking of his hips. He isn't often patient, but tonight he can't help but to want everything to last, to savor in the tenderness of the moment, and drown in the feeling of being so profoundly in love.
My wife, he thinks fondly, rising a hand to cup the side of her neck. She smiles against his mouth, and he can't help but to respond the same, lips meeting hers so very fondly. My wife.
He doesn't realizes he's spoken the words out loud until she giggles and pulls him closer, whispering with a gentle smile, "My husband."
/
hot springs
He wants her.
She can see it, in the way he's looking at her, eyes hooded and hot, fingers fluttering lightly over her jaw. She doesn't know if it's the heat of their private hot spring that is making him so open, so clearly full of desire, or if it is simply her.
He leans in, brushing his lips to the corner of her mouth. She holds her breath, feeling her cheeks run hot as he strokes a hand along the length of her side, pressing his lips to hers in a light kiss. She nearly trembles, face running hotter. She can feel something prodding at her stomach, and it has her growing flustered.
"Sasuke-kun…?" she whispers, biting her lip lightly as he fit his mouth to her neck, the fingers on her side skidding carefully across a full, pert breast. She must sound hesitant, she realizes, as he flinches and pulls back, tearing his gaze away from her own, as if ashamed.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he replies quietly, "…Sorry."
"It's not—that wasn't what I meant, I just…" She trails out, and tucks a luck of hair behind her ear. "You surprised me, that's all."
It had not been very long since they had wandered near such heated territory, after all, their relationship having only ever grown in slow, cautious steps along the length of their travels. They didn't want to rush anything, and she didn't want to push him, so to see him so bluntly expressing his desire had her a bit caught off guard.
Blushing, she murmurs softly, "You're just… not usually this forward."
He makes a sound, something between a grunt and a hum, but says nothing. She can see his cheeks darkening, and she knows it isn't from the steam. Her eyes draw themselves to the water above his lap, where his length should be, and her lips part open at the vague, blurred shape of his stiff arousal. When she looks back at him, he is looking at her with flustered dark eyes, his ears stained red. He had obviously caught what she had been looking at.
Swallowing tightly, she feels herself flushing harder, nearly stuttering in her words as she asks, "Do you… want me to?"
He looks away, and runs a hand over his face, swallowing. "…It's fine. I'll take care of it later."
Too much, too soon, she understands. They have time.
/
dirty little secret
"Oi, bastard, where are you?" Sasuke flinched at the call, hips stuttering mid-thrust as his fingers dug harshly into his wife's hip. "I got a mission proposal for ya!"
"You gotta be kidding me," she whispered, leaning her forehead on her arms. "He couldn't knock?"
Lips thinning, Sasuke pressed against her hard, slapping his hand over her mouth as she let out a small, strained cry. "Just stay quiet," he said, scratching his teeth over her shoulder blade and sliding his hand down to grasp her hip again. Thrusting roughly, he grunted, closing his eyes. "He'll go away if he doesn't think we're home."
"W-Wait, Sasuke-kun, you want to keep going when he's—"
His hand slapped over her mouth again, quieting her. "Yes," he growled, thrusts shallow and quick. "If you think I'll let that idiot ruin this when we're so close to—"
"Hey! I hear noise down there!" Naruto called from down the hallway, steps clearly echoing in their direction. Cursing under his breath, Sasuke reached to slam the door of their bedroom shut, all too aware of the state they were in. He rolled his hips against her ass slowly, bracing himself against the wall.
"Sasuke-kun," she gasped oh so quietly against his hand, whimpering.
"I saw that, bastard!" Naruto yelled again, knocking on their bedroom. It had Sasuke gritting his teeth, furious with the interruption. "Don't you dare ignore me!"
"I'm getting dressed, you idiot!" he snapped, dark eyes hard as they traced the curve of her ass, and locked on the area where their bodies met. Jaw tight, he snarled, "Get the fuck out, I'll find you when I'm done."
"Ugh, you're such an asshole. I'll wait in the living room, ya hear? God damn prude, it's not like I've never seen you in your underwear before."
Burying his face in his wife's hair, Sasuke swallowed and whispered roughly, "I'm going to have to fuck you fast and hard to make this quick, and I can't do that with my hand on your mouth. Can you keep your voice down by yourself?"
He didn't waste another moment after she nodded, bracing his hand against the wall once more as he fucked her in frenzied passion.
/
lotr
"No…" she gasped, head thrashing on the sheets, her fingers burying themselves tightly in his silky soft hair as he worked on her slick heat with his mouth. "No we can't—You said that we could never—Oh gods, Sasuke-kun—"
Pulling himself away from her thighs, he kissed his way up her small, slender body, running his hands over her thighs, her breasts, her sides. She felt like she was on fire, trembling and burning up with the force of his affection, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes.
"We can't do this," she whispered, when he finally reached her face, pressing sweet, wet kisses to her jaw, her cheeks. "I'm a dwarf and you, you're—you're an elf. We can't—"
"I don't care," he muttered, cupping her face in his large hands.
"But you said—"
His mouth slipped over hers, quieting her, fingers gently brushing her cheeks. "I know what I said," he growled on her lips, brows furrowed heavily. "But I don't care anymore."
He kissed her again, slowly, tenderly. She couldn't help the tears that fell, when he pulled away to look at her, his gaze full of a love that she could see was almost too painful to bear. He loved her too much to let go of what they had.
Carefully brushing away her tears, he whispered to her, "No one has to know."
Overwhelmed with a strange mix of happiness, desire and grief, Sakura brought him down for a hard kiss, reaching down to undo the laces of his pants.
/
tied up
It isn't intentional, really, or something he'd ever really thought about, but when Sakura becomes caught up in the removal of her shirt, voice muffled by the material as she laughs, he finds something oddly endearing about the idea of her vulnerably at his mercy.
"Can you get me out of this?" she giggles, wriggling her arms in an attempt to free herself. "I'm actually stuck in my shirt."
He runs his hand over the plane of her abdomen, softly grabs her breasts, before he pulls her close. "No," he says, finally, dipping his mouth to her neck.
"No? Wait, what do you mean n—"
Her gasp cuts her off, and he feels her tremble when his mouth dips down, down,down, prompting a smile to his lips. Tugging her underwear off, he dips to the space between her thighs, and relishes in the soft, "oh!," that tumbles from her mouth as he meets her sweet slickness.
Maybe, he muses, as his slick tongue sends her shuddering and moaning terribly in his arms, maybe this is something he will indulge in more often.
/
take it slow
She loves it most when he makes love to her like this. When he moves slowly, tenderly, his touches so careful and light, as if any roughness would make her disappear. He kisses her like she is everything, looks at her like she is the only thing he sees, her name falling from his lips in whispered sighs.
She loses herself in his love for her, drowns herself in the depths of his feelings, sometimes so overwhelmed that she can't help the tears from brimming. He always smiles at this, his labored breaths puffing against her wet skin as he softly kisses the tears away, delving his hand into her hair.
"Tell me again," she whispers to him, hands slipping to his bottom to encourage his thrusts. "Tell me again, Sasuke-kun…"
He kisses her cheek, her temple, her jaw, and buries his face in her bright pink locks, sighing.
"I love you," he murmurs finally, drawing her closer. Rolling his hips in a slow circle, he pulls back to capture her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, repeating just as quietly, "I love you."
/
phone calls
"This is stupid," he muttered, tipping his head back against the bedpost, a blush evident on his cheeks. "Remind me why I'm doing this again?"
"Because," she said to him, giggling."It might be fun, Sasuke-kun."
He gave a mumble, but didn't try to talk himself out of it. If it was something she wanted, he could at least try, he mused to himself. "What do I have to do?"
"Nothing!" she said. Pausing, she corrected, "Well, you know, not 'nothing', but when you feel hot you… you know. Touch yourself."
He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was blushing. He smirked lightly, amused.
"How would you know anyway?"
"That you're touching yourself?" He grunted, and she laughed. "That's well, a bit obvious, I think."
"Hmph. Yeah, sure."
There was a pause.
"Well?"
"Well what? I have to be the one to start this?"
He rolled his eyes, exhaling a breath of patience. "You came up with the idea."
She laughed again. At least, he thought to himself, I can still make her laugh when I'm away.
"Well, I guess that's fair," she said. "What are you wearing?"
Running his hand over his face, Sasuke groaned. "Seriously? You're going with that?"
"What?" Sakura exclaimed, sounding half-embarrassed and half-amused. "At least I'm trying, unlike you!"
Grumbling to himself, Sasuke sighed. "Are you…" He paused, and clenched his jaw, feeling his cheeks flush. "Are you naked?"
She wasn't saying anything, but he could practically feel her smile in the silence. "I guess that depends on how you define naked," she teased.
He almost wanted to groan, fed up with the way she seemed to push him.
"I'm wearing one of your shirts, but nothing else," she said to him, then, her voice almost too quiet. "It still smells like you."
The image had his mouth watering, lips parting softly. He always did love it when she wore nothing but one of his shirts, and Sakura knew this very well.
"In fact, I think it's the one I wore the morning before you left," she went on, humming to herself. "You know, that time when you kissed me between my thighs, until I was awake and moaning your name, and I asked you to make love to me, but you didn't want to go slow that morning and you—"
"I remember," he interrupted, voice a little strained. His eyes closed at the memory, breaths shallow as he thought about the way he turned her on her belly that morning and buried himself within her depths, thrusts deep and uninhibited. He could feel himself growing hard, hand twitching with the desire to touch himself.
"I can hear your uneven breaths, Sasuke-kun," she said, her voice holding that touch of sensuality that drove him mad, most times. "You're just dying to touch yourself right now, aren't you?"
"Shut up," he growled, slipping his fingers beneath his boxers. Sasuke's breath hitched a little as he wrapped his hand around his hardness, giving a slow tug. His eyes slipped shut. "Like you wouldn't want to touch yourself remembering that."
"Yeah, you're right," she breathed, panting softly, her slow, sweet moan echoing feverishly in his mind. "I did want to."
Throat growing tight, he groaned at the images flashing through his mind and gripped himself harder, beating his length in a solid, feverish rhythm that matched the wild thrumming of his heart.
/
in the office
"You should summon me to your office at lunch more often," he murmured, hoisting her up on her office desk with a hard kiss. His hand palmed the curves of her body under her long lab coat, a smirk pulling at his lips as he reached under her skirt to find her underwear missing. Palm cupping her warm, wet core, he bit at her jaw and murmured, "I like fucking you while you're wearing this."
Tipping her head back with a moan, Sakura smiled, running her slim hands under his shirt to trace his hard lines. "Makes two of us," she whispered sultrily, breaths uneven.
When Sasuke stepped back to undo the opening of his slacks and free himself, his dark eyes locked onto hers with a burning heat, she gave him a sensual smile, reaching to touch herself teasingly. At his growl, Sakura laughed, the sound cut short as he guided himself to the entrance of her core and slipped inside of her in one rough thrust, jolting her body.
"Yes," she whimpered, hands snatching out to firmly grab at his ass, urging him on. "Oh god, yes, just like that."
He only fucked her harder, swallowing her cries with a kiss.
/
no shame
It takes her a moment to understand why he so abruptly pulls away from her, pushing himself onto his back beside her, body completely detached from hers as he pants for breath and clenches at the sheets. He stiffens and winces when she reaches for him, pushing her hand away, and she finds herself almost hurt by this act before he pushes himself to the edge of the bed and runs his hand over his face, the tent in his pants now too obvious to ignore.
"Just… give me a minute," he mutters, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He pinches the bridge of his nose, and tips his head back, eyes clenched shut. "I just… need to calm down."
Eyes drawn to his obvious erection, she can't help but to blush, anxiously tucking her hair behind her ear as she gives him a small, nervous smile. She feels a bit flustered by the knowledge that she has made diligent control snap, but feels amazed all the same.
"It's okay," she tells him softly, clasping her hands together. "You don't have to be ashamed of it."
He is silent, in return, seemingly still struggling to get a hold of himself.
"Um." She bites her lip, and swallows hard. "Sasuke-kun, you know… If you can't… calm down, you can, um, go to the bathroom, if you'd like?"
A long, painfully tense silence settles, before he finally nods sending her breath hitching in surprise. Listening to his soft, fading footsteps, she falls back into bed with a hard blush, and finds herself struggling not to think about him jerking away the tensions in his groin all but a few rooms away.
He can't seem to look at her when he comes back all but a few minutes later, seemingly all too aware of this, himself.
/
dominance
If there is one thing she fancies the most about their sex, it is the many ways Sasuke clearly exhibits his dominance towards her when she challenges him to. He'll scowl at her, dark eyes hard and hot with unbridled, wanton anger, calloused fingers digging into her flesh as he pushes her roughly against the wall, forces her to bend over a flat surface, or shoves her down onto their bed. He is never gentle, but never cruel in his adamant show of power
She likes the way he fucks her without restraint, how he stops when she's nearing the edge just to tease her mindless, to make her beg. He drives her mad, but she loves it this way, often going out of her way to rile him up just so he'll have her like this.
Sasuke knows her game, but he doesn't fight it—no, he likes it too much to display his control, to take up the challenge and turn her into nothing but a muddled, begging mess.
/
anatar (dear)
He finds her naked on the bed, when he finally comes home from his mission, tossed in the sheets and sleeping peacefully. It isn't often that Sakura sleeps in the nude without him, and it has him wondering if it was simply because of the heavy, summer heat of the village, or perhaps because of more intimate times spent with herself the night before.
The thought has his blood simmering, mouth running dry, and in careful movements Sasuke strips himself of his cloak and noiselessly puts down his mission bag, quietly slipping onto the bed. He plants a hot, wet kiss to the flat plane of her navel, cautiously wraps his hand around her thigh, and makes his way down towards the wet warmth of her. A smile twitches at his mouth at the way that she makes little sounds, hums that are not quite moans but still laced with pleasure, thinking to himself that it would not be long now before she would startle awake.
He brushes slow kisses to her inner thighs, eyes flickering up when she shuddered, before finally pressing his lips to the warm wetness of her, kissing her slowly, adoringly. He feels her stiffen, hears her gasp, body jerking in surprise, and knows he's woken her.
"Sasuke-kun, wha—"
He doesn't give her time to finish and runs his tongue over the length of her in a languid lick, effectively causing her to lose her words. She moans, arching, and snatches to grab his hair, fingers twisting tightly in his locks. Sasuke doesn't pay mind to the slight pain, only works her with his mouth in the way that he knows she likes, the hand around her thigh slipping to her lower abdomen to slip his thumb into her curls, pressing softly at her sensitive nub. She cries out his name, and tugs on his hair, eliciting a growl from him. But he doesn't stop, only moves faster, strokes her harder, working insistently between her thighs until she finally shatters and violently arches off the bed, shaking relentlessly.
He kisses the inside of her thighs, her slickness, her navel, before his eyes finally flick up to her, meeting the sight of her heaving chest, and a gorgeous, sated smile to her lips.
"Well," she croaked, laughing a bit breathlessly. "Wow."
He feels the swell of pride in his belly as he slowly pushes himself up, lips pressing a kiss to her cheek in light greeting. Feeling her arms wrapping around his neck, he watches with mirth-filled eyes as she grins at him and whispers, "Well, dear, after a greeting like this I can only say I'm very, very happy to welcome you back."
Snorting, he still can't help the smirk from tugging at his lips.
/
jutsu creativity
"Hey, Sasuke-kun, have you ever thought about a threesome?"
The hand stroking along the length of her side froze, mind coming to a full stop for a few long moments. Had he heard right?
His grip tightened. "What?"
Seemingly oblivious to his growing irritation, Sakura reiterated, "A threesome. Have you ever thought about it? You know—like me, you, and—"
"If you think I'm willing to share you with someone else, you are out of your fucking mind, Sakura," he snarled, flipping her onto her back to stare at her, black eyes hard and angry.
She blinked at him, mouth pursing, before an amused gleam took to her green, green eyes. "…and a clone," she finished slowly, tracing his bottom lip with her thumb. At his stunned silence, she grinned and cooed, "Awe, Sasuke-kun! You really thought I wanted to bring in some other guy to spice up our love life?"
Feeling his neck flushing red, he scowled and looked away from her, rolling onto his side with his back facing her. "Shut up," he muttered, throwing a pillow over his face. "You can't blame me."
Giggling, she draped herself over his form, and peeked under the pillow with a grin. "You're adorable."
Pushing the pillow to her face, he rolled his eyes, listening to her laugh.
"How about it though?" she asked, poking his back. "Threesome with one of our clones?"
Sighing, Sasuke flipped himself to face her, gaze running pensively over the features of her face. "…Maybe." At her raised brow, he shrugged and said, "I don't know if I can handle two of you."
"Well, I'm sure I can handle two of you."
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early mornings
He liked to make love to her in the early mornings; to drowsily drop languid kisses to her shoulders, his hand sliding down the length of her body to touch the place between her thighs, working unhurriedly, until she was slick with want. Sometimes she'd wake to this, but sometimes he could only pull her from her sleep once he finally pushed inside of her, his lone arm wrapping tightly around her chest.
He would always move slowly, lazily, sighing against her skin as he brushed light kisses over the back of her neck, burying his face in her hair. She would moan breathlessly and bite her lip, one hand finding his own to intertwine their fingers while the other glided behind her to grab at his hip.
"Sasuke-kun," she murmured, hips gently rolling back onto his. "Hmm." When he pushed a slow, sweet kiss to her shoulder, she smiled, and gave a gentle squeeze to his fingers. "Good morning to you, too," she sighed, closing her eyes.
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glowing
She is most beautiful like this, he thinks. Panting, smiling, body slicked with sweat and nearly glowing under the soft moonlight. She is at her most vulnerable, and at her most earnest, splayed naked and under his perusal, but somehow, Sakura is still very much the same as she always is.
It's because she has nothing to hide, his mind tells him, as he slowly moves above her, eyes drawn to the way her own squeezed shut against the bliss, mouth parting with pure, soft moans. It's because she never lies, not to you.
She is so bright, so enrapturing, when she looks like this, and he cannot find it himself to look anywhere else. He is bewitched, spellbound by her beauty, by the genuine love she exhibits, and it is something that has struck him every time when they've made love since the beginning of their relationship on their travels. Sakura is pretty, of this he has always known, but striped bare and exposed, gleaming softly in the moonlight, he knows she has never looked more gorgeous.
"Sasuke-kun," she breathes, cupping his face between her hands, her smile so gentle. "You've got that look on your face again."
"It's nothing," he murmurs, eyes slipping shut as he leans into her touch. When he opens them again, he is met with the sight of her green, green eyes, full of a love he could never seem to fully understand, yet could never seem to be thankful enough for. Brushing his lips to her palm, he leaned down to capture her mouth in a long, sweet kiss.
Beautiful, he thinks, feeling the curve of her smile.
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making a salad
"Honestly—right now, Sasuke-kun? I have a knife in my hand," she laughed, elbowing him lightly in his side.
"Weren't you the one who said I could have you, anytime I wanted you, because we were trying to make baby?" he murmured, hand running hotly across the span of her stomach as he scraped his teeth over her ear.
She blushed lightly, but waved the knife pointedly. "Yes, but… I'm cutting tomatoes, can't this wait a few minutes?"
"No." He pressed his lips to her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, hips rocking lightly into her ass. His hand slid from her stomach to her breast, squeezing tightly. "I want you now, Sakura."
Squirming a little, Sakura let out something like a half-moan, half-sound of negation, hands dropping her task in defeat. "A-Alright," she conceded shakily, fingers reaching behind her to grab at his hair. "But you better make this quick—I'm hungry."
That made him growl. "When I start with you, you'll only be hungry for me," he muttered, reaching to touch between her legs.
She could only laugh in return, the words ready to spill from her mouth molded instead into a long burst of a moan.
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fin~
This was originally supposed to be a chapter in We Did It, though I honestly couldn't find a title according to that fic for the LIFE of me, so I decided meh, alright, let's add some smut to this one. Haha!
I had a lot of fun writing this. Gotta say, I'm growing very fond of assembled smuts like these hehe.
DeepPoeticGirl