His beast was hungry… very, very hungry indeed.
A sasusaku AU. Modern style, with Sasuke's cursed form as "the beast". Supernatural-ish. Fast-paced. One-shot. A lot of SMUT. Obsession.
His beast was hungry.
And not in a traditional sense… as in, his belly rumbled to indicate that he had some hunger pains.
No, he was hungry (famished even might be a better term) for something much more delectable than anything a knife and fork could provide— His body craves nourishment of a completely different origin.
Craving for something much more delicate and delicious than a measly, mere piece of meat.
He gritted his teeth and sighed, lifting an arm to place it on top of his red-stained eyes… forcing the delectable sight of the nearly naked female next to him from view.
Uchiha Sasuke tried to think of something else, even going so far as to picture dead puppies… but nothing, NOTHING could deter his inner beast tonight it seemed. Its sights set firmly on the rounded curve of Haruno Sakura's hip as she lay on her side next to him.
He could still see it…the vivid imagery of her unblemished, creamy skin, shown off proudly where her maroon-colored top had risen half an inch above the hem of her shorts… the bottoms of which had also twisted and tugged upwards to share a piece of her plump ass-flesh… seemingly proud to display parts of her body for his viewing pleasure.
He briefly wondered if the pinkette enjoyed this… torturing him like this, but quickly dissipated the thought. How could she, when she was sleeping so soundly next to him.
Now fully frustrated with his predicament, Sasuke inwardly cursed and carefully rose from the bed, making his way to the attached bathroom to "take care of business"…missing the moment Haruno Sakura's eyes snapped open, and the sly and sensual smile that was brought upon her pretty lips before she to tossed the sheets aside… carefully following after him.
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Cracking the bathroom door ajar marginally, Sakura's eyes bulged at the sight of him.
'Even in this form Sasuke's huge,' she thought; her mouth-watering at the sight…her heart palpitating frantically while a distinct and familiar wetness grew on the front of her thin panties. Her core throbbed and ached as she watched his movements closely; her tongue darting out to moisten her suddenly dry lips.
With her breath caught in her lungs, Sakura witnessed the sight of him pleasuring himself; his head thrown back, face contorted in a mixture of emotions meant to torture anyone who bear witness to them; his legs spread wide apart with silky pajamas shorts tugged down his hips and to the floor, covering his ankles and feet from view.
His left hand gripped firmly onto a single knee (with white knuckles) while his right one— wrapped firmly around the base of his cock… leaving inches untouched; pumping the thick, hard shaft as if his life depends on the completion of this task; the beautifully, velvety soft mushroom-shaped tip glistening with his own pre-juices… which flowed freely as his lips parted on a somewhat silent, masculine grunt.
Sakura felt her body tremble with desire, her need for this male growing fast with each passing second… and before she even realized what she was doing, her own hand had moved on it's own; thin finger delicately pushing the fabric shielding her cunt from view… tugging it to the side, before carefully exploring the soaked edges of her heat.
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He knew she was there, watching him; he could sense her presence without even looking… smell the perfume of her arousal from across the room, and it took everything in him to remain in place; to force his beast to remain hidden, and to not falter in his movements; not wanting Sakura to know that she has been caught peeping on him.
When the sound of squelching reached his ears above the roaring of his own blood racing through his veins…Sasuke felt his grip on his cock tighten significantly… a vivid image of what her fingers must be doing taking shape before his tightly closed eyelids.
He felt the very breath in his lungs leave him completely… when a soft, feminine gasp escaped her lips; his own grip on his cock almost painful now, as he worked himself into a frenzy. The pinkette seemed to match his intensity as the squelching sounds coming from her cunt grew louder, and the soft breathy gasps… turned into deeper, more sensual moans. He bit down hard onto his bottom lip to keep from moaning; the low sound bubbling up from deep within his chest, but he refused to release it.
He felt his impending climax materialize much faster than he would have liked, but continued to pump his shaft with an experienced hand; working himself to completion with the vivid images of Sakura pleasuring herself still imprinted in his mind.
He didn't know if Sakura had finished.
He didn't know if she had seen him spray his seed all over the bathroom walls and floor.
He didn't know exactly what she had done.
For when he opened his eyes slightly and looked— she was nowhere to be found.
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When Sakura felt him lay down in bed next to her… some twenty minutes later… she had to force herself to focus on her breathing; force her body to remain frozen in place and pretend to be in a deep slumber as Sasuke gingerly pulled the covers up over her shoulders… before turning his back towards her with a deep sigh.
She felt him settling, and only when the light sounds of his snoring reached her ears did she allow herself to fully take a relaxing breath. Her panties were uncomfortably damp… from earlier 'activities' and Sakura wished for nothing more than to rid herself of them completely… but she also knew that any slight movement to rise from the mattress to do so would only serve to wake the male next to her; his senses being at least ten times better than hers will ever be.
She also contemplated if she was ever going to be able to look at him the same way… after what she had witnessed him doing and the actions that her body took following it. It briefly occurred to her that maybe…somehow…he already knew about her peeping on him, but she quickly dismissed that notion as nothing other than something that her vivid imagination would conjure up to bring havoc to her already racing thoughts.
After what felt like hours, she finally fell asleep.
Dreams of him plaguing her throughout the night.
The next morning when she woke, he wasn't there. But the sweet (mouth-watering) scent of baked goods floated from under the door and filled the room, causing her stomach to growl loudly and her plump cheeks flushed bright pink with embarrassment. She was glad that Sasuke wasn't there at that moment, but shook her head… quickly dismissing the feeling… before tossing the covers aside and rose steadily to her feet. After using the bathroom… and making herself halfway presentable, she followed her nose to the kitchen.
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Sasuke watched her closely.
The way she licked the sugary sweetness from her fingers.
The way she moaned softly when the taste hit her tongue.
The way her orbs rolled backwards when she wrapped her lips around them.
It was killing him not to take her hand in his… and drag her across the table to lick the residue left on the corner of her lips; to pull her fingers slowly into his own mouth, and suck them clean. Sasuke's grip on his mug tightened… so firmly in fact, that he felt the material crack beneath his knuckles, splintering up the length before fully shattering in his hand.
Sakura's green eyes flew open, a startled gasp of surprise sounding loudly in his ears, as he blinked down at the little pieces of broken-up ceramic laying haphazardly across his table and plate; his meal now spoiled. Annoyance brought a frown to his lips and his eyebrows to draw together while Sakura stood and raced over to his side. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he grumbled, pushing away from the table and her to make his way out of the room… flustered and frustrated at his own ignorance and in need of a nice, cold shower.
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Sakura stared after him as he stomped away, the tightness in his frame scaring her off from trying to follow after him. It took her a moment to react, but the pinkette finally decided to clean up the mess he made, before cleaning the dishes. When she heard a low thump coming from down the hall, she whipped her hands on a towel and went to investigate the source.
What she found however—
She felt her mouth grow dry, her skin hot and small beads of sweat began to form on her temples. Sakura felt…HOT. A warm heat that instantly pooled in her lower belly as she stared, wide-eyed at the sight before her.
Was it a coincidence?
Was it fate?
Was it his doing?
Sasuke's doing… on purpose?
Surely not… right?
But the more Sakura thought about it… the more that fact seemed to become a reality. Why else would she be privy to seeing Sasuke naked (even halfway so, just like the first time) TWICE… in TWO days!
The pinkette didn't dare ask him for the truth, and her grip on the partially cracked door didn't waver; her body frozen in place as she stared at the taut, full muscles of Sasuke's bareback.
Well, what she could only assume was Sasuke, though the 'beast' before her looked nothing like the man she'd grown to know. Its skin was a pale, almost sickly shade of gray… while thick black lines (which her brain later recognized as tattoos) danced up and down his body, intricate patterns of ink displayed proudly across the entirety of his flesh. And on his back, between his strong shoulder blades, sat a pair of large, dragon-like wings.
When she saw him tensing, before slowly turning his head, she felt her heart stop for a beat; his eyes (deep, rich, and blood-red in color) seemed to pierce straight into her soul. His hair, now longer and more untamed, (if that's possible) flowed freely down from his scalp, cascading wildly across his shoulders and down further. When Sakura's wide gaze carefully followed the contours of his muscular frame, then settled momentarily on the large "protrusion" between his legs (hard, long and thick with need), they widened further.
'He's…his cock is— m-massive! H-how would that…h-how would it even—'
Her plump lips parted on a soft gasp of surprise. "Eep…," she squealed before turning and fleeing from the room.
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The Uchiha was cursing himself hours later, when Sakura failed to return home after witnessing him beast-out for the first time. For the first time in years, he had lost control and scared someone who meant so much to him on a personal level… and he felt like a complete and utter idiot for doing so.
He was pacing the floor while he waited.
11:00 pm passed.
12:00 am passed.
Then 1:00 am.
Then 2:00 am.
Then 3, before he finally went on the hunt for her. But what he found when he did manage to track down her scent had him seeing red.
Sasuke's inner beast almost instantaneously forced itself to the surface, his transformation sudden and painful on a level that he had never known before… but ignored as his powerful jowls salivated… his claws itching to puncture the creep practically pawing at the prone, unconscious woman lying on the ground in front of him.
A very familiar woman…with bubble-gum pink hair splayed across the dirty ground; smudged and caked with mud and debris from the alleyway floor. And was that— blood.
'Sakura.'
His beast lifted its head and roared, verbally indicating its unhindered rage clearly to the unknown male, who looked up with terror in his black eyes at the sound; backing away slowly as Sasuke approached… hands raised in surrender in an attempt to appease the untamed creature.
But his beast wasn't having it.
And neither was Sasuke.
For once, he agreed with his dangerous counterpart, and allowed the creature full control; watching silently from the shadows as he slowly stalked his prey.
Through a hazy film of red, he glanced down as he came across Sakura; focusing on the smudges of dirt and blood spread haphazardly across her forehead and cheeks, the way that her clothing was torn and the way her limbs were splayed in an uncomfortable manner…as if she had fought hard to get this fowl creature away from her until—
When he saw the brick lying next to her head, also caked in her blood, his rage intensified.
A low, ferocious and fury-fueled growl released from deep within his chest… and he gingerly stepped over Sakura's unconscious body, eyes focused on the shivering, alcohol- filled, completely terrified male huddling as closely against one of the brick walls surrounding them as he possibly could.
The beast placed himself firmly between Sakura and her assailant… before letting a low roar of warning vibrate his frame.
His canines sharpened. His claws elongated.
His wings stretched. His markings thickened.
His body tensed— ready to attack.
"W-wait… p-please I— AHHH!"
Then… silence.
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Sakura's head was swimming… her body swaying slightly as strong arms wrapped her securely against a hard chest. She was conscious enough to realize that she was being carried by someone, but was unsure as to who… until she smelt it.
His cologne.
That smell that was distinctly him.
It was Sasuke.
He had apparently come to her rescue.
But— how?
Why?
'Oh yeah,' she thought suddenly, her heart racing. 'Earlier, I found him… like that. He told me about the beast inside, but I wasn't sure if it was just a story to try to scare me or something that was actually factual. I guess… I guess that I have my answer now.'
She felt his arms flex around her while he shifted her in his arms… could feel his gaze upon her suddenly and focused on trying to even her breathing…desperately attempting to feign unconsciousness until she could gather her thoughts. But he wouldn't allow this. He knew that she was awake.
"Sakura," he called; his voice strangely familiar and yet not at the same time.
It was deeper.
More gravely.
More… sensual somehow.
She felt her mouth go suddenly dry; in desperate need of a glass of water to try and moisten her sandpapery feeling throat and tongue.
"Sakura," Sasuke tried again when she didn't respond, his fingers flexing against her bare skin. (Was that…claws she felt?) "Are you ok? Are you hurting?" She let out a low sigh and slowly opened her tired eyes…recognizing the familiar wallpaper and paint of their hallway as Sasuke carried her through the house to what she could only assume would be the bedroom.
When she looked up and met his concerned gaze, Sakura realized that Sasuke hadn't transformed out of his "beast" form yet.
He was still that terrifying creature.
Terrifying yes… and yet—
The pinkette still felt her entire body quiver with desire; her arousal dampening the thin flimsy fabric of her panties and she could only hope that his sense of smell was dulled due to all of the dirt, grim, and blood covering her body and his; because how embarrassed would she be if he could sense her desire in a moment as serious as this. She cleared her throat deeply once, while she tried to gather herself before responding. "I'm fine. I— I'm sorry for running earlier. I was just— well…I was surprised by— by your— um…," Sakura hesitated to finish her sentence given that the last memory that she had of him before departing was of his long, thick, hard shaft proudly protruding several inches away from the junction where his muscular thighs met.
She suddenly felt way too hot again.
Way too needy.
She blushed deeply, and his brows lifted in curiosity as he finally placed her gently on the bed… her legs dangling off of the side as she placed her hands carefully on her lap in front of her. To her dismay, Sakura realized that Sasuke (in this form apparently) appeared to be permanently naked.
She tried (she really did try) as hard as she could to keep her gaze skywards, but inevitably (as if it was beyond her control) it lowered— settling embarrassingly on that thick member now lying flaccid and limp between his legs… yet somehow it still appeared to be proudly displayed for all to see. She couldn't look away from it even if she wanted to. 'What is wrong with me?'
Even when not aroused, it was an impressive sight indeed.
'That must be why…'
When Sasuke cleared his throat loudly, her gaze jerked up and she didn't fail to notice the way in which the side of his lips twitched nor the way that his stance widened a little bit further, while his muscular arms crossed over his chest.
His concern for her seemed long gone and was replaced with mirth at her discomfort… at being caught ogling him.
It was her turn to clear her throat. "I… I think I'll go clean up," she said as she rose to her feet slowly; avoiding his eyes (and body for that matter) entirely. "If that's okay—"
"Yeah… that's probably a good idea. Are you sure you are alright though? You seem flustered… and your cheeks are flushed a darker shade than your hair."
"Y-yes, n-never better."
Later in the shower, Sakura felt dirty and guilty for 'getting- off' to thoughts of Sasuke in his beast form, and wondered what was wrong with her… to be attracted to him in such a way.
Why it was a disgrace.
It was disgusting.
It was—
'But it felt so damn good…'
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It went on like that for weeks, with them tiptoeing around the fact that Sasuke knew she was attracted to his beast form, and Sakura knowing that Sasuke also wanted her in the same way that she desired him.
It all came to a head one night though…when Sasuke was making his way to the bedroom; happening upon Sakura… who was partially bare lying prone on his sheets; fingering herself with her head thrown back, and face contorted with pleasure.
Sasuke thought he would be able to resist the temptation.
His claws dug deeply into the door frame as he stared and he had planned to leave, truly— until he heard her utter his name that is.
So sensually.
So pleasurably.
So invitingly.
He could no longer resist what he had craved for so long.
His beast was hungry… very, very hungry indeed.
He began to stalk his prey.
Waiting for the opportune moment to pounce.
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She felt him before she saw him… his presence strong as he stood in the doorway leading into their bedroom.
She was intrigued as to what he would do next. Aroused—
As he watched her pleasure herself to thoughts of him.
Sakura heard the sharp crunching of wood as it splintered beneath his fingertips, and imagined the power they could hold if used properly in bed. Like possibly wrapped around her throat as he fucked her from behind, for example—
Sakura allowed a soft moan to slip past her parted lips as she pictured it, his strong grasp secured around her neck to hold her in place, and her juices began to flow freely as her three fingers picked up their pace… her breath coming out more harshly when her free fingers found a hardened nipple.
She couldn't hold back anymore.
She couldn't stop herself from saying it.
In the throes of passion, Sakura uttered the one word that would change the course of this night forever.
She uttered his name.
Enticing the beast within him to spring forth and ravish her.
Setting lose the lustful monster, who's cravings had grown beyond anything that she could have ever imagined.
She felt him settle on the bed… his weight heavily dipping the mattress and her body to the right, before she felt him touch her inner thighs. She tensed slightly at the sensation of his nails on her but quickly relaxed when she felt his lips brush against her skin tenderly…much more affectionately and gentle than she would have originally anticipated.
Sakura kept her eyes firmly closed, but slipped her fingers from her core only to have them quickly dragged into a hot wet cavern; a soft feminine groan and the tightening of her core followed the sensual movements of Sasuke's tongue as he lapped up her juices and sucked her digits clean. A low rumbling (almost like a purr) was pulled from his chest as he quickly crawled closer to her body; lowering himself between her spread legs as he released her fingers with a loud pop.
She felt his tongue touch her tentatively… and instinctively jerked away… a blush settling on her cheeks as her hands flew up to grasp onto his hair; as if to stop him. But Sasuke wasn't having it. He growled a low, deep warning at her.
"Don't, Sakura. I want to taste you."
She sighed and finally relaxed her grip. After all who would she be to deny him the pleasure of tasting her essence…if he was so willing to do so.
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"S-Sasuke, please," she panted, his grip on her thighs firm as they quivered around his head… his tongue licking and his lips sucking every last drop of her precious cum that he could. When he looked up from her pink curls…he smirked at how she had transformed from an almost shy participant to a begging, quivering, truly aching mess in front of him… just from his touch alone.
Who would he be to deny this beautiful creature anything that she desired?
Sasuke crawled his way up her body, now free from those flimsy fabrics (which he had easily torn through and tossed to the side) kissing every square inch of her that he could possibly reach before planting his lips onto hers. Sakura's arms wrapped securely around his neck, her legs lifting to secure their place and claim around his hips as she tried to lift her body up to press against him.
He held himself firmly above her, with a hand resting on either side of her head while he kissed her passionately.
Her arousal had officially taken up a permanent residence in his nostrils at this point… the scent of it was strong and caused him to completely forget all of the reasons why he had previously thought that this was such a bad idea.
His fears were forgotten.
Until—
"Fuck," she hissed as his tip penetrated her, stretching her inner walls significantly, and he paused; frozen at the sight of pain etched clearly all over her face.
He was hurting her.
And she was letting him.
(How could he fit fully inside of her, if just the tip was this painful… causing her this much discomfort?)
Sasuke couldn't allow them to continue at the expense of harming her, just for the sake of his own pleasure.
He wouldn't.
He swallowed (hard) as she attempted to use her body to push him inside of her further and before long, he lifted a large hand to stop her… putting a halt to her movements completely as he pressed down on her torso to push her flush against the mattress beneath.
Sakura fought him though, determined as ever to see this through, and wiggled enticingly beneath him; pressing her feet flat against the bed to try and lift her core closer to his waiting cock. "Stop," he hissed, teeth clamped tightly as he closed his eyes to try and prepare himself for what was to come next. He knew what he had to do. But of course, this determined little female had other ideas.
"Why…," Sakura protested, whimpering as she placed a hand on his cheek. "Sasuke… look at me. What's wrong? Did I… did I do something—"
"It's not you," he growled. He couldn't meet her gaze and decided to keep his eyes closed as she brushed a finger against his skin gently.
"What? I don't… I don't understand." Sasuke sighed and nuzzled against her palm before whispering his worst fear.
"I'm hurting you."
A long pause.
"Sasuke…"
"Don't try to justify it or make it seem okay. It's not. I can't do this, Sakura. Not tonight. Not until I calm down at least. I… in this form I can seriously injure you. I shouldn't have let it get this far. I shouldn't have done this. I'm a monster. I'm—"
Slap.
Sasuke was left stunned, his head twisted to the side with his eyes now wide open. When he turned slowly to look at her… Sakura's kiss-swollen, plump lips were twisted into a thin frown and her eyes flashed with annoyance. "Don't do that…," she hissed; voice stern. "Don't talk like that again."
"Sakura—"
"No, I won't listen. I want this. I want you. I want all of you. Like this. Just like this…", her voice (once harsh) softened the longer she spoke, before the final words came out in a soft whisper. Her fingers brushed against the red, stinging skin on his cheek and her eyes softened as she gazed up at him. "You aren't a monster, Sasuke-kun. No matter what anyone says… or how you feel. I don't… and won't believe that. I know you won't hurt me. We just need to go slowly at first. I've never… what I mean is that this is my first—"
He could tell she had become uncomfortable and kissed her tenderly to stop her rambling. When Sakura reached between them to grab him (her small fingertips not even reaching all the way around his thick girth) he hissed at the pleasant sensation; her hand slowly stroked him—
Stoking his arousal once more.
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Sasuke's hand wrapped firmly around her throat, while his cock stroked her from the inside; his other hand held firmly onto her right thigh while he pressed her leg down onto the sheets… the other wrapped securely around his hips while her fingers played with either of her nipples.
"Touch yourself," he growled, ruby-red orbs flashing as he looked at her through hooded eyes. The demand wasn't a suggestion, she knew, but didn't mind this more dominant side of her lover.
In fact… it set something off inside of her that caused an even more pleasurable sensation to rock her body. Sakura quickly did as he asked… her eyes rolling as she brushed her fingertips gently across her clit at first, before applying just enough pressure to send her over the edge. She cried out, her juices squelching and squeezing around his cock to coat the sheets beneath, as he continued to pound into her tight little cunt in rapid succession.
The sharp pain had quickly been replaced by pleasure, as Sasuke helped to ease her into it, but soon… his cautious movements weren't enough for her. He was holding back; she knew but she wanted all of him. And all of him she got.
Though she wondered now who the true beast was, when it was she who kept demanding him to move fast, rougher, deeper inside of her.
As if to reclaim his title, Sasuke's grip on her tightened (his hand nearly blocking her airway entirely) as he rocked into her… with a pace that even she couldn't keep up with. She was forced to hold onto him and enjoy the ride as her lover took her over the edge once more…before he came inside of her; his seed spurting hot and heavy, before leaking out as she overflowed with a mixture of his and her juices.
His grip on her fell away, her eyes remaining closed, as he shifted slightly above her to accommodate his own weight; so as not to crush her… while they both tried to catch their breaths. She felt his transformation as it happened before she saw it and opened her green eyes to watch as his skin changed from ashy to a healthy creamy color, the black ink on his body disappearing, while his large, aviary-like wings receded, until they disappeared completely with zero trace of them ever being there in the first place.
Everything had changed; he was back to normal… except for his eyes that is.
Her hand lifted to brush fingertips next to his eyes and she watched as his handsome, strong features finally softened; Uchiha Sasuke appearing more relaxed than she had ever remembered seeing him. "How did you do that," she asked in awe and confusion. "Change so fast, I mean?"
"He's satisfied, for now," he stated simply before moving to lay next to her in bed. She turned onto her side to face him with her hands tucked neatly beneath her head. Sakura let out a soft, contented sigh as he did the same, staring into his eyes deeply as if searching there would give her all of the answers that she required.
Before long, she felt her gaze lower, her eyelids drooping heavily, while a deep yawn caught her by surprise. When had she become this tired? "Sleep," Sasuke commanded, though his tone was soft as he tucked strands of pink hair behind her ears. She pouted, though she couldn't deny the sudden exhaustion that now seemed to be plaguing her.
"But I have so many questions."
"Questions later. Sleep now."
"But—"
"Sakura," Sasuke sighed, resting his palm against the side of her neck, before leaning in to kiss her soundly. "Sleep," he whispered, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against hers. "I'll be here when you wake up… and answer any questions that you might have. For now, just sleep."
Begrudgingly, Sakura had to admit that she was tired. Very very tired. She wondered if that was one of the side effects of having sex with his beast form, but decided it would be a question that he would have to answer for her tomorrow.
As her eyes closed, she felt a calm wash over her, and let out one final deep, contented sigh. "Goodnight, Sasuke."
Just as sleep was taking hold of her—
"Goodnight, Sakura. Sweet dreams."
Author's Notes:
If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.