Length: About 6 pages.
Summary: Sasuke is in chains and Sakura can do as she wishes.
Warning: This is a smutfic and there will be smut. The faint of heart should leave now.
A/N: I don't have an excuse, but I do have smut.
Sakura woke up with a dim smile on her face. It was weird. She never woke up smiling anymore; she'd become used to waking up with a grim expression that was probably bad for her skin. Her back hurt, her leg was asleep, and it was awkward to sleep sitting up. For all her aches and pains, they really didn't matter. She'd woken up with a smile on her face. She'd woken up with that smile because Sasuke was home and he was safe, and wow did it feel nice to rest her head on his shoulder.
It was…nice, for lack of a better term.
She stood up, stretching. A little yawn escaped her lips. The stench of her own breath wafted up her nose. A little frown replaced her grin. She'd have to go home and shower.
"Good morning," Sasuke said. His dark onyx eyes stared up at her from behind dark midnight locks. His voice was rough with sleep. It was beautiful. The last time she'd heard him fresh from sleep was when they were genin, and it had been going through the beginning stages of puberty. Sasuke had made puberty his bitch. Sakura felt like she could just melt in his voice.
Sakura smiled, doing her best to not show her teeth. She was pretty sure they were yellow. "Good morning, Sasuke-k—Sasuke," she greeted. The suffix had almost slipped out. She was sure he'd heard it. The knowledge brought a little pink blush to her face. She turned her head away, green eyes staring at the dark concrete of the floor. "I should go take a shower now."
Sasuke arched a brow. His arms were really starting to hurt now. Not that they hadn't for the past month or so, but now the pain had dulled to a repeated ache, which was more annoying than actual pain. He could feel himself losing muscle mass. It was irritating. "No, you aren't," he stated simply, an order without a veil. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but he didn't want to be alone—didn't want to be without her. It'd been wonderful to sleep with her—just sleep. He loathed the fact that he couldn't hold her, like he wanted to, but the feel of her head on his neck, the tickle of her hair on his chin, the scrap of her nails when she fisted her hands… It was like heaven, and he didn't want it to end. He was actually rather upset that she'd woken up.
Not that he'd ever admit it.
Sakura rolled her eyes. She bent backwards, arching her back and touching the heel of her feet. Sasuke bit his lip—the things he could do with that flexibility. "I stink," she complained. She stood up, cracking her fingers in a way that popped every joint. The sound echoed in the room, unpleasant and loud. She smiled, content with the pop.
Sasuke never thought he'd miss doing something so simple. His fingers ached. "I've been here for two months," he deadpanned. A little scowl tugged the corners of his mouth. He really didn't want her to leave, not now. "I smell worse."
A quirk of pink brows. She pursed her lips, the idea running through her head. He did smell kind of rank. The stench of his breath wasn't exactly a walk in the park, either. A month really wasn't the best amount of time to go without a shower. "Maybe if you'd just tell me…"
He wasn't going to say the idea wasn't attractive. Getting out of these chains, taking a nice long shower, brushing his teeth, and then rutting her like the minx she was. He watched as Sakura tilted her head, her large verdigris eyes sharp with a stark kind of desperation. The expression hurt more than he'd like to admit, the way she kept her grin, trying to keep the conversation lighthearted. The way her eyes hardened like glass, giving away how much she wanted him to just say yes. The way her hair fell onto her shoulders, pink against the milky white skin, making her entire face look like an angel from heaven, fallen straight onto his lap.
He didn't know why he wouldn't just tell her.
Sakura sighed. "Long shot," she murmured, walking to put her shoes on.
Sasuke almost opened his mouth for a moment, about to tell her to stay, with him. Not to leave him alone with the darkness of his thoughts, the shadow in his soul. He didn't. He pressed his lips together softly, just watching her strap on the shin-guards of her sandals. He didn't say goodbye. He watched her walk up the steps, the sound of her shoes clicking dully on the hard stone.
The door had already closed when he found it in himself to whisper, "Stay."
It was night when she came back, but the darkness of the sky didn't make a change to the scene inside the prison. She wasn't wearing any ninja uniform; instead she was wearing a red dress that reminded him so much of the one she wore when they were genin. It nolgastic, to see her in such simple getup. It was astounding, to see her dressed so innocently and yet so…provocative. The way the red made her legs look so much longer, so much whiter, so…
Sasuke bit his inner lip, watching her come down the stairs with her hair done up and beautiful, chopsticks standing out in the bun of her rosy hair in decoration. Her up-do was a mess; she'd probably been out before coming to see him. When she smiled, so bright it lit up the room, made her look so innocent, Sasuke strained against his confines, wanting nothing more than to kiss her until her lips were bruised. A pair of dark, puffed lips would complete that outfit of hers, he was sure of it.
"Hello!" she chirped, walking towards where he sat chained the wall. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and for that Sasuke was glad. He didn't want to know what she would have been doing if she'd been wearing makeup. The first and last time he'd seen her with makeup was the first time she'd come down those stairs, drunk and horny.
Sasuke nodded his head at her, a motion of acknowledgement. "Sakura," he said.
Was it just her or did he sound…different. There was something bright in his voice, happy. There was also a cold suspicion lacing through it. It was completely different, and yet it made her insides met in a way she couldn't exactly describe. The way he said her name, chopped and breathy.
Oh kami.
She licked her lips. "So I went out with Ino today," she said. She plopped herself down in front of him, lifting her leg to undo the straps of the flimsy little sandals she wore.
Sasuke grunted. "Aa." That explained the getup. He still wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know what they were doing.
Sakura frowned. "Not this again," she pouted. Her eyes searched his. The onyx colored depths of his eyes were stony; they gave almost nothing away. If she'd been anyone else, she would have given up then, but she wasn't. She was Sakura and she knew how to read emotionless people. His eyes were dark with something, some emotion she'd never seen… "Sasuke are you…jealous?"
Sasuke snorted. His eyes snapped away from her face, glaring at all things that were not her. He couldn't look her in the eye. She already read him too easily for his liking. This was supposed to be just sex. He wasn't supposed to care. This was just something to entertain him while Konoha gave up on his talking. He wasn't supposed to care.
That was all the confirmation she needed. A small smile took up her face, and she angled herself so that she balanced one palm on his knee, leaning forward. Her lips ghosted over his, the warmth of her sweet breath drifting over him like a warm blanket. Sasuke couldn't help himself. She was a damn tease. He angled his face forward, fighting against the chains that held him back, lips melting into hers. He'd missed this all day, the warmth of her lips under his. The taste of her mouth was addictive, the softness of her skin doubly so.
She had him enslaved.
The realization was not one of shock. It was strangely comforting. Like coming home after a long while. It was warm, smooth, the pleasure of belonging almost overwhelming. He was her slave. He belonged to him as surely as she did to him—because she was his. His and no one else's, if he could help it. Which, at the moment, he couldn't. He would, one day. One day he would put his hands on her hips, pull her close, bite on her neck, and claim her. He would know that she longed for him just as he longed for her.
The thought made him tug against the chains, lips pressing closer to hers. He snaked his tongue into her mouth. He felt her adjust herself on his knee, hand moving higher on his leg, body leaning closer. He smirked against her lips, fighting his tongue against hers. She was losing already, one of her delicate hands cupping his jaw, trying to fight against his assaults. How he made her so hot with just one kiss, without even touching her, was something she'd never know. She hoped it wouldn't wear thin. Her body was already on fire, burning so hot she was sure she was giving off her own light.
"Sakura," he whispered, pulling his lips away from hers. His voice was heavy, breathy, the name broken into syllables. His dark eyes opened, watching the faint pink flush on her face darken. He took a nice smug look at her slightly open mouth, those rose petal lips, already swelling. Her pink lashes fluttering over those pale, beautiful, high cheekbones. The strands of hair falling in front of her face. He was right. The look was completed with those beautiful bruising lips. "Sakura," he murmured again, lips slamming back on hers.
A little moan escaped her mouth, and Sasuke smirked into the kiss. She could feel it against her. She leaned further into him, balancing herself on the hand that rested on his knee. Her palm scraped up, soft skin pressing against his cheek, up into the greasy threads of his hair. She trapped his lower lip between her teeth, tugging away from the kiss lightly.
She let go, lips wet. "There's no need to be jealous," she whispered, crawling forward into his lap.
She pressed her lips to his again, but this time she had the advantage. She always had the advantage; his arms were tied up above him. This time, it was she who smirked into the kiss, fingers digging into the skin of his scalp. He really could use a shower, but she didn't really care. She was enjoying herself far too much. She pulled away, but her lips never left his skin. Her tongue peaked out from her mouth, licking a trail down from his lips to his jaw. She nibbled on the bone there. For a moment, she was tempted to suck, to mark him and scar him. She didn't want to explain how he got mouth-shaped bruises on his skin to anyone.
Her lips moved on, nibbling at the skin of his neck, tongue swirling on the sweat of his skin. He tasted like sweat and blood and dirt. He tasted wonderful.
Sasuke shuddered when her lips came to his collarbone. Kami, those precious little petals she called lips—warm, wet, and swollen from their kisses—drifting over the skin overtop that bone, the dampness of their combined saliva… He bit his inner lip, reaching out to grab her chin. Those goddamn chains jangled, pulling his hand back to the wall. A shiver rolled down his spine as Sakura scraped her teeth against his bone, tongue lolling upwards, tracing the muscles of his neck, and licking around his Adam's apple.
She was torturing him. Torturing him in the most thought out, most pleasurable way.
Sakura smirked against his skin, pulling back. She licked her lips, wetting them though they didn't need wetting. They were swollen and moist, red and bruised.
Sasuke's teeth scraped into his lip at the sight of something so sultry.
"I don't know why you're jealous," she whispered, her voice heavy with lust. She shifted herself, sitting fully in his lap. Her fingernails scraped lightly on his skin, hips wriggling on his lap. She grinned, sucking his lip into her mouth. She dominated this kiss again. Sasuke felt a shiver go down his spine. There was something about being dominated was... He growled, fighting against the cuffs again. The clanked against stark wall, teasing him in a worse way than Sakura was. "I was just out for a movie," she murmured. Her hips rolled around on his.
Sasuke groaned a bit. The sound was like music to her ears, cheesy as the analogy may sound. Her fingers dragged through the knots in his hair, leaving behind grease on her digits. She didn't care. Her nails scraped down his back, hands pressing under the thick cloth of his pants. "Stop teasing me," he growled, leaning his face forward to press his lips to hers. This was his kiss; he was in charge. He moved his lips against hers, feeling them pulse under his, bruise even more. It was wonderful. He smirked as she whimpered into his kiss, strands of her pink hair falling onto his forehead.
The chains jangled again, forcing a growl out of the depths of Sasuke's throat. He just wanted to touch her, to feel her skin under his, memorize the warmth of her body, feel every contour of her body, every scar on her skin. The growl vibrated through his chest, and Sakura pulled herself close. He wanted to pull the zipper of her dress down and ravish her like she deserved. He wanted her under his control, under his mercy. He wanted her to cry and beg for him.
But he was chained to a wall and Sakura was all too aware of that. She pressed herself to his body, breaking their lip-lock with a grin on her face. Sasuke didn't like the look of that grin. Her lips latched onto his neck. Sasuke bit his lip, struggling against the chains again. He was already hard in his pants; her on his lap was not helping matters, her lips on his neck as making him lose his mind. Kami, the feel of her tongue lapping at the skin on his neck.
Kami.
A deep groan rumbled through him, his hips thrusting upward of their own volition. Sakura's lips unlatched, her head tossing onto his shoulder. A breathy gasp escaped her, tickling at the skin of his neck. "S—Sasuke," she moaned, gasping.
Sasuke smirked, pushing his hips up into hers again. His clothed erection pressed against her clit, and Sakura whimpered, hips pressing down on his. The pleasure that coarse through him and up his spine, through his body—indescribable. "This would be better if we were naked," he told her, that smirk never leaving his face. He ground his hips up into hers, biting his lip against the sensation.
"R-right," Sakura murmured, pulling herself up. The loss of closeness, of warmth, was mourned for a moment as she shimmied herself out of those skintight biker shorts and the innocent cotton underwear. It was amusing, for a second, how someone so sinful could look so guileless. The cool air of the basement dungeon caressed the moist lips of her pussy, and she whimpered lightly, the feeling so unlike any other. Her cheeks turned bright pink, crawling back to Sasuke, pulling his pants and boxer shorts down, freeing that part of his body that caused her so much pleasure.
She smiled—that sultry, dark smile that made Sasuke bite his lip—crawling over his lap. Her warm little fist grabbed his cock, tight in a way forced his hips upward. That pink tongue of her darted out of her mouth, licking her swollen lips. "Sasuke," she cooed, squeezing her fist around his cock. Despite the blush on her face, her eyes glimmered with that vixen little shine. Sasuke felt himself shiver. Kami, the way her lips quirked up, almost cruelly. She lined herself up with the head, tracing her lower lips, poking the head at the nub of nerves. "Sasuke."
Sasuke groaned, hips bucking up. Her fluids coated his erection; her fist led him to the silt of her vagina. His hips pushed upward, sheathing himself in her warmth in one sleek thrust. Sakura's big green eyes went wide, hands shooting from his cock to his shoulders, mouth falling into a sweet little 'O.' She moaned. Oh sweet heavens, that feeling! Oh, sweet fucking heavens. She was stretched, filled, and it hurt in a way that was so pleasurable. She clenched around him, eyes squeezing shut. A moan rolled out of her mouth, sweet and loud, begging for more.
Who was Sasuke to deny her?
He thrust his hips upward, hard enough to have her bounce on his lap. Her inner muscles clenched around him in a vise-like grip. Sasuke's teeth grabbed onto his lip, a groan escaping his throat. Kami, he didn't want this to end. She was so warm, so soft laying against his chest. Her sounds were intoxicating. He didn't want this to end, never wanted this to end. He wanted to claim her, to let people know that she was his—his and only his.
His hips thrust forward again, and Sakura let out another one of her mewls. She rotated herself around on him, finally gaining enough sense of mind to bounce. Her breasts jumped around, and Sasuke wanted nothing more than to entrap one of those dusky pink nipples in his mouth and tug. He wanted to hear the sounds she would make, those intoxicating, exhilarating moans. Those thoughts were lost the second she wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers threading into the darkness of his hair. She tugged a bit, muscles fisting around him. She knew exactly how to lay on his chest so that every thrust rubbed her clitoris, just like that. She rotated her hips, a loud moan escaping her lips.
"Sakura." He said the name like a curse, or a prayer, or a blessing—he didn't even know anymore. He just didn't want this to end. There was a coil inside of him, twisting and tightening. She was going to leave if he didn't do something, something quick. He didn't want her to leave, didn't want her to get away from him again.
Sakura whimpered his name, rubbing herself against his chest, jumping on his lap just like that, muscles clenching. Oh she was so close. Just one more—
"Sakura," Sasuke growled, leaning down to tickle her ear with his breath. The pink-haired woman moaned. Kami, he didn't want this to end, he didn't want this to end. "Sakura."
"S—Sasuke."
The sound of his name was his ruin. He told her everything, thrusting into her with abandon. He sang like a canary. He was weak against this torture. Weak. And he wasn't sure he hated it. In fact, maybe he loved it.
Sakura's smile was as blinding as the one that led her into the room. She moaned, ears perked in attention at his every breathless word. It wasn't long until her muscles clenched, quivering around his length in a blinding white light. "Sasuke!" she cried out, nails digging into his scalp, her entire body shaking around his.
Sasuke thrust upward, rhythm lost. It didn't matter—nothing mattered. Nothing except for that beautiful expression on Sakura's face and the seething heat clenching around his dick, the wonderful feeling that it brought with it, the tightening and spasms of her muscles around him. One final thrust, and he emptied himself inside of her, eyes squeezing shut, a deep, rumbling groan vibrating through his chest.
Kami he loved torture.