Housework with Sasuke
Chapter 3
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Sasuke trailed after Sakura through the house. Not even her tight ass in a slinky red dress swinging in front of him could take his mind off his screw-up. He could have been plowing her in the bedroom right now, but because of one stupid mistake he was sentenced to another punishment game. Sasuke grimaced, remembering how the last one had ended—how she'd cruelly brought to him to the cusp of pleasure before snatching it all away.
He frowned when they entered the laundry room. The washing machine had finished the cycle some time ago. Sakura turned to him with an expectant look.
"You can guess what you're going to do next," she said. She opened the washing machine. "I want you to go to the backyard and hang our laundry."
Dread pooled in his stomach as he stared at her in disbelief. "I can't go out like this," he protested, gesturing to his minimal outfit, consisting of a too small apron and a red ribbon tied around his hard member.
Sakura tilted her head and hummed, looking him over critically. "You're right, this isn't enough," she agreed, but instead of giving him at least some underwear to put on, she grabbed a box from the nearby shelf and pulled out two wooden clothespins. Sasuke eyed them dubiously.
"I don't see how's that going to help..." he said. The apron didn't have enough material to pin it together in the back, so why...
Sakura sidled up to him with a little cruel laugh. "Who said anything about helping?" she replied and pinched his left nipple. Sasuke hissed in pain, but it was nothing next to what she did next. The clothespin clamped on his nipple like a vice and he cried out, more from surprise than the sting. Sakura quickly did the same to his other nipple and he managed to only let out another hiss as he was more prepared for the painful pressure.
Sakura took him in and nodded in satisfaction at her work. "Perfect," she commented. "Could you make a shadow clone?" she asked suddenly.
Sasuke scoffed—as if there was any doubt that he could—made a one-handed seal and his copy appeared next to him.
"Great! Now go on and hurry with the laundry before anyone sees you. Don't take off the clothespins. I'll be watching you from the bedroom," Sakura gave him instructions. "Oh, and the clone stays here," she added, taking his arm.
"What do you need him for?" Sasuke asked. He thought the clone was going to help him.
"Just some preparation," she responded vaguely, only rousing his suspicions.
Uchiha Sasuke was a legendary shinobi. He had trained under Orochimaru, faced countless dangers and even came back from the dead. Hanging his laundry should have been nothing next to the challenges he'd successfully overcome.
Except he'd never had to do any of his feats butt-naked.
Sasuke stood in the doorway and cautiously surveyed the surroundings for ninjas passing by on the rooftops or noisy neighbours. The last thing he'd wanted was to be spotted by one of the local old ladies and become a hot topic of gossip in Konoha. His pride would never survive that fall.
Deeming the coast clear, Sasuke rushed into the backyard and started hanging the laundry as quick as possible.
"Darling, you have to do this properly or I'll make you start from the beginning," Sakura called to him from the bedroom's window.
His heart was racing from the fear and anxiety of what he was doing, but Sasuke forced himself to slow down and hang the clothes correctly instead of just flinging them on the clothesline.
A rustle in the bushes had him hunching close to the ground and scrambling for cover, convinced that someone was going to come by. A loud meow revealed that it was just a cat and Sasuke sighed in relief.
Sakura gasped loudly and he looked up in alarm. "Sakura? Did something happen?"
"Nothing, it's just your clone... oohh... he's doing... mmm... really great..." she told him, barely holding in her moans. She bowed down her head and closed her eyes in concentration.
Sasuke's blood boiled and he literally saw red and not because of his Sharingan. He ran into the house and up the stairs, then violently pushed open the door to the master bedroom, slamming it into the wall.
What he saw inside filled him with a hot, liquid rage. Sakura was bent over, clutching the windowsill for leverage as his clone furiously pounded into her from behind.
Sasuke had never thought he would catch his loyal wife fucking another man and the fact that the man in question was his own clone certainly didn't put him at ease. In some ways it made things even worse. How did a mere copy dare take his rightful place? He struggled with the burn of jealousy and the hurt pride. He was supposed to be in this position, balls deep inside Sakura and happily pounding away all of the frustration that she had caused him that day.
"Darling, finally... ahhh... You took so long that we started without you..." Sakura said.
"Boss," the clone grunted in acknowledgment of his creator's presence.
Sasuke glared at the clone hatefully, giving him a clear sign to back off, but the other Sasuke only picked up his pace, slapping his hips into Sakura's backside rhythmically. She arched her back to better receive his deep thrusts.
"There! Aaahhh, so good..." she moaned. "Mmm, don't stop..."
The clone grinned and snaked his hand between her legs to flick her needy nub, causing more pleasured sounds to spill out from her open mouth.
Sasuke gritted his teeth. That was the problem with the shadow clones, they always eventually disobeyed the original, though he grudgingly admitted that if he was in the clone's place, he also wouldn't have been able to pull out of Sakura. So maybe the clone didn't listen because he was too much like his creator.
Putting aside the philosophical questions on the nature of shadow clones, Sasuke decided to simply dispel the smug fucker out of the existence. No one else had the right to fuck his wife, not even a copy of himself!
As he made to complete the required handseal, someone kicked the back of his legs. Sasuke fell on his knees and before he knew what was going on, he was put in a chokehold from behind.
"Ah-ah, none of that," Sakura murmured into his ear, giving it a playful nibble.
Sasuke stilled in confusion and arousal. He didn't know what turned him on more—her body brushing against his naked back or the threat of using her monstrous strength to choke him into compliance? In any case, his member rapidly stiffened and strained against the tight ribbon.
"Another clone?" he guessed to take his mind off the ache in his groin.
"Correct," she said brightly like she was giving him a point in a quiz. "But which me is real?" she murmured to him.
Sasuke was stumped. He watched as his clone pulled out of Sakura, turned her around and took her against the wall, resuming the frantic pace. She looked like a well-fucked mess, with tumbling pink hair and a wild look in her eyes. When she pulled the clone down into a sloppy kiss, he knew his answer.
"You're the real one," he told Sakura behind him.
"Correct again," she said warmly and kissed his neck. "How did you know?"
"She's not looking at me anymore. She's not... teasing..." he trailed off as Sakura's nibbles on his neck distracted him.
"Very good, darling," she said. "What would you like as your reward?" she purred. "Would you like her to suck you off as your clone fucks her from behind? Or maybe you'd like to take his place inside her hot pussy?"
Sasuke's body shuddered at the arousing suggestions. His shaft was pulsing and demanding that he'd take this chance for pleasure before it expired. But Sasuke closed his eyes and chased off the temptation with an angry growl.
"No," he snarled.
"No? Why not?" Sakura asked, licking his neck.
"Because I want you. Only you."
His angry, blunt response not only made her happy—it ignited something deep within her, a scorching fire only her husband could put down. The time for playing games was over.
She released the hold on his neck and pulled at the knot of his apron, untying it. "Stand up. Turn around and take it off," she told him. She watched him with hooded eyes as he undressed and dropped the apron to the ground. "On the bed," she ordered with a growl.
Sasuke flung himself down on his back and Sakura knelt on the bed, crawling over him until she sat astride him. Then she tugged down the zipper and pulled the short dress over her head. He was hypnotized by the bounce of her freed, perky breasts. Sakura gave him a predatory smile and rubbed her dripping pussy all over his hard length. When he groaned and thrust up against her, she grinned.
"What's wrong, Sasuke-kun? Am I annoying you?" she taunted, leisurely stroking herself all over him. Sasuke clenched his jaw in sheer frustration.
"Sakura, just let me... nghh... put it in..." he demanded with a deep-set scowl. In his growing desperation he grabbed on her hip and tried to guide her onto his swollen shaft, but she easily evaded it by slipping lower. The angle was all wrong now. Sasuke muttered a low curse.
"Are you close?" Sakura asked, grinding harder.
"Yes, damn it!" he snapped out.
"But I forgot to take these off. Here, let me just..." she said and in one swift motion pulled the clothespins off his chest. Sasuke cried out in pain as the blood rushed back into his poor nipples, filling them up. It felt like they were on fire and the hurt once again snatched the impending orgasm out of his reach.
"Shh, I'm sorry." Sakura stroked down his arms to calm him down. "I'll make it all better for you."
She leaned down and kissed around his chest. In the time she got to his nipple, the sting already passed away and when she gently licked around the areola, then swept her warm tongue over the center, Sasuke was shocked by the pleasure it brought him. His nipples were now very swollen and sore and Sakura used it to her advantage, licking them with care. He stroked up her back and pulled her closer against his body. Sakura moaned around his little peak, sending a delicious jolt through his body, then she pulled off and blew a chilly air on his sensitive nipples. Sasuke shuddered at the amazing sensation, his manhood hardening once again as it was pressed between their bodies.
A loud, keening wail of the clone Sakura alerted them that their copies were still there. The originals looked over to see clone Sasuke still ramming into the sated clone Sakura in a desperate bid for his own release. The real Sakura gave the real Sasuke a fiendish smirk. He frowned, then realized what she was going to do, but it was already too late...
In the exact same moment when the clone Sasuke bottomed out in his lover, she disappeared in a cloud of smoke. He stumbled and awkwardly put up his arm against the cold wall, gaping like a fish out of a water, not understanding where she went and how she could leave him hanging like this.
Meanwhile, the real Sakura fell on the real Sasuke, reduced to a shuddering, moaning knot of pleasure as she absorbed her clone's memories and feelings. He definitely enjoyed how she rubbed her body on his, but that didn't mean he forgot her teasing ways. He caught the eye of his clone who moved to the bed.
Sakura jolted with a huge gasp, her eyes flying open, when a second body pressed into her back. A hot throbbing pole ground against her ass, joining its brother snuggled between her moist labia. She glared down at her smug-looking husband in a mock outrage.
"So you're trying to gang up on me, huh?" she asked. His smirk was the answer.
Sakura's stubborn streak roared up. Not so fast, darling, she thought fiercely. She wasn't going to let him come out on top under any circumstances.
She turned over her shoulder. "Would you like to finish what you started with my clone?" she suggested to the other Sasuke, pushing her plush backside more firmly against his hardness.
"Saku-uuhh... aahn, oh, yes," the clone grunted eagerly and pulled her up and on her hands and knees, intending to take her from behind right above the fuming real Sasuke.
The clone's backstabbing filled the original with an angry disbelief. The plan was to join forces and overwhelm Sakura with pleasure, but she saw right through it and countered by playing on the clone's selfish desire to come. A classic divide and conquer tactic. Despite himself, Sasuke was impressed.
His wife's green eyes glinted dangerously as she waited for his next move. The ball was in his court and he had only one miserable choice.
With an aggravated sigh and bracing himself for what was to come, Sasuke dispelled his clone. Immediately, he was assaulted by the onslaught of memories, the primal joy of thrusting in and out of Sakura like an animal, then the excruciating deprivation of his release. Sasuke curled up and whimpered, suffering from a double dose of denial. His member engorged even more, fighting against the restriction of the ribbon.
Sakura laid down beside him and held him, stroking his hair and when he came down from the painful high, she kissed him softly. They made out for a while before she pulled away.
"Sasuke-kun, why did you dispel the clone?" she asked seriously.
He grunted with irritation. "Does it matter?" he rasped.
"Of course it matters!" she exclaimed, sitting up. "I had plans for him and you ruined them."
He scrunched his brow. "What plans?"
"Oh, you know," she said sultrily, running a hand over his impressive torso and down, "I was going to lay you two down side by side and switch between you without letting you both come," she admitted to her downright evil little scheme even as her warm hand wrapped around his swollen length and pumped it slowly, giving him a measure of relief. Sasuke sighed and bucked his hips, imagining the scenario—Sakura bouncing in his lap until he was on the verge of coming, then switching to ride his clone, and repeat, for as long as she liked or until he went crazy with need. Despite the innate sadism of this idea, he felt the arousal coil tighter in his belly.
"Tell me why you dispelled the clone," Sakura coaxed him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. She was above him again, resting her hand on his thigh, while the other stroked his shaft.
"I..." Sasuke began, but the words wouldn't form. Her pumping stilled. "I didn't want him to, to..." he started and the hand moved again on his member, encouraging him to continue. "It's because I can't let someone else have you," he confessed, looking her straight in the eye. "Not even my own clone."
"Sasuke-kun..." Sakura murmured in absolute wonder, her heart overflowing with pure love. To know that her taciturn husband felt so strongly about her... She couldn't even pretend to be angry. And she was immensely glad that she had used her own clone to tease him with the sex show, instead of doing it herself.
"What?" Sasuke grumbled and pushed up his hips, thinking that she stopped touching him because he displeased her again. She needed to show him that it was quite the opposite.
Sakura untied the ribbon, almost ripping it off in her haste. Then she lunged onto him and kissed him with such a raw passion that he was pulled under in surprise before he returned it with an equal fervor. As their lips molded frantically together, she tried to convey to him everything she felt—and that he was the only one for her, always...
When she drew back, panting harshly, he gave her that soft look that could melt her heart.
"God, Sasuke-kun..." Sakura whispered as she pulled up and wedged a knee between his thighs. He opened them up and she knelt comfortably between them. Her green eyes sparkled when she bent his legs up, pushing them towards his chest. Then she slid her palms sensually down his inner thighs to his center, feeling him shiver under her touch. Sakura took his throbbing, eager member in her hand and held it up as she rose into a squat above him. "I'm going to make you come so hard," she promised in a velvety tone.
Sasuke looked up at her hungrily, his pulse thundering in bent his cock slightly backwards and dipped the tip in her entrance, drawing a ragged moan from him. "Sakura, please..."
So very carefully, she slowly took more of him inside, making sure that he wasn't hurt. By the time she slid inside as much of him as the position would allow, Sasuke was clawing at the sheets.
"Fuck, Sakura," he gasped out when she finally mounted him. Her inner muscles squeezed around him, taking his breath away, but even that incredible feeling wasn't enough to heal the ache in his turgid manhood. "Move..." he urged her on.
She leaned over him and tweaked his nipples gently, biting her lip when she felt him jerk and twitch inside her. "Only if you ask me nicely," she imposed.
Normally Sasuke would have raised an eyebrow at her ridiculous demand, but he was no longer in a condition to care. After a whole day of her relentless, torturous teasing, he just couldn't take it anymore. "Please, move... fuck me... please," he begged in a scratchy tone.
And she did. Sakura's hips raised and fell, gently at first, to test their position, but there were no problems, so she ramped up the pace. The slapping of skin on skin resounded off the bedroom walls as she rode her helplessly aroused, groaning husband. She took him as fast and rough as she liked, enjoying the way his girth filled her up just right. With every thrust his tip rubbed on her sweet spot, making her go wild.
Delirious with the pleasure she finally allowed him, Sasuke admired his wife through his hooded eyes. An endless stream of moans, pleads, praise and other gibberish he wasn't fully aware of emitted from his mouth as she utterly dominated him.
"Sakura... ahhhh... so tight... please... more..." he panted out between moans. Sakura ground down on him harshly, twirling her pelvis with purpose.
The heat between them was reaching the critical point.
"Sakura! I'm... close!" he cried out raggedly, his back arching off the bed.
"Me too!" she replied, closing her eyes as she powerfully descended, impaling herself on his pulsating shaft.
Her walls clenched spasmodically around him and she shouted his name in rapture as she was hit by her climax. The feeling and sight of it brought Sasuke over the edge in a devastating release of all the tension stored up in his body. With a loud cry of her name, he erupted like a geyser, shooting a hot load after a hot load deep inside her. It felt like his soul left his body and flew high above, straight to the gates of heaven. He came so long and so hard that he blacked out but Sakura was still moving over him to prolong her pleasure before she at last lost her strength too and slumped over his unconscious body.
After the orgasm that quite literally blew his mind, Sasuke expected to wake up in the morning. To his surprise, when he opened his eyes again he saw the disheveled Sakura smiling down on him impishly.
"Did you enjoy yourself, darling?" she crooned. He hummed in agreement, feeling utterly drained and sore, but so damn satisfied that it seemed like he was floating on a puffy cloud. Sakura beamed.
The green glow made him glance down. Her healing chakra was pouring into his groin.
"Sakura, what're you..." he croaked in surprise, but lost his voice when she ground her hips down onto him. His member immediately stood up to attention.
"I told you I can heal you up for more fun," Sakura said huskily as she leaned down. "It's time for round two, Sasuke-kun... and I will not stop until I am completely satisfied."
She took his lips in a possessive kiss and he groaned into it, wrapping his arm around her. Even if she was going to kill him with too much pleasure this time, Sasuke thought it was well worth it.
Maybe in the future he should do housework more often...
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The End
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AN: Thank you all for reading this story to the end! Your reviews motivated me to finish ;)
A bit of trivia - Sakura used the Amazon sex position.
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