Sasusaku Smut Week, Day 31: Small (Free Prompt)
It's fucked up that she's thinking this way. She knows that. Sasuke has been home for 3 months, sleeping alongside her for all those nights except the very first. It's absolutely impossible for the honeymoon period of their burgeoning romance to be over already. At nineteen years old Sakura should be overjoyed – 'practically screaming from the tops of Hokage Mountain,' a voice inside her that sounds too close to Ino's eggs her on – that the love of her entire life, the man behind every romantic daydream she has, wants her.
'So why is he still hesitating?'
Her ears hear a shudder escape from Sasuke's mouth. A quick reprieve of oxygen. It shouldn't mean anything. But his eyes are shut tight, and his face is tucked into his bare shoulder. The final straw that broke her patience was the complete lack of reaction when Sakura stopped teasing Sasuke's penis and claimed him in her mouth.
"Do you want to leave, Sasuke?"
His eyes snap open, trying to acclimate to the complete change in tone. "Um, what?"
"You're not looking at me. Your dick is in my mouth and you're not even looking at me."
Embarrassment becomes apparent in Sasuke's features. The earlier light blush across his cheeks blooms deep scarlet as he stumbles over putting his pants back on.
Fed up and letting her infamous temper get the better of her, Sakura pushes away from between Sasuke's legs. She's now standing over him sitting on the chair of her bedroom vanity, clad in only her underwear and a camisole for sleeping, with her arms crossed. Sakura purposely obscures her nipples to force Sasuke to look at her eyes.
"Just go home, Sasuke. You obviously don't want to see me."
Sasuke is not the talkative sort. It's completely out of character for him to pull her closer to him. It's even more worrisome for Sakura when that earlier embarrassment is eclipsed by outright fear. Eyebrows shot up, white sclera visible from his right eye, shoulders squared with tight tension, Sasuke looks scared of her leaving. He's not even allowed Sakura to take one step away from him.
"Look, okay?" Another sigh escapes his lips. "I'm scared."
'But Sasuke-kun is never scared of anything…'
Her confusion broke through her temper, nonverbally eliciting further explanation from Sasuke.
"I don't want to hurt you," he reveals with some finality. If he hopes that will answer all her questions, Sasuke is wholly mistaken. Sakura, forever fighting her fluctuating self-confidence, immediately misconstrues Sasuke's admission.
"Is there someone else?"
"What." Sasuke's anger meets Sakura's.
"Did you fuck someone else while you were off God-knows-where?"
"Are you insane?" Sasuke's quick quip stopped Sakura long enough to allow him to continue. "It's always been you, Sakura. Don't be ridiculous."
"Then…?" Sakura knows getting this many words out of Sasuke is a miracle in and of itself, but she's going to get a proper explanation, dammit.
After pursing his lips, Sasuke connects his black and lavender eyes to her own green gaze. Resolve steeled and cheeks still flaring a bright red, Sasuke brings himself to say just two more words:
"You're small."
A beat passes.
"Sasuke-kun…," her voice trails off.
Sakura forces herself to blink once. Yes, she knew this. Sasuke has grown like a sunflower in midsummer during his travels; most everyone is shorter than him. It's almost kind of cute that he's worried about hurting her while having sex.
"You know I punched a goddess."
"Hmm." Sasuke's embarrassment has spread the rose coloring up to his ears.
"I can handle you."
A visible chill runs down Sasuke where he stands, planting an idea in Sakura's mind. Her anger melts away, replacing the deep furrow of her brow with a sly smile. Sasuke meets Sakura's bratty smile with his own change in expression: some fear still lies in his strong features, but the intrigue in whatever Sakura is planning has him narrowing his eyes.
Sakura pulls a bit of earth-shattering chakra to her fingertips and her smile widens further, revealing her teeth.
Sakura's hand lays delicately on his clavicle until she forcibly pushes him down.
"Get on your knees, Sasuke-kun."
Sasuke's eyebrows shoot up for an instant, confusion and interest still melting in those eyes of his. He cannot deny her, even if he wanted to; Sakura's gargantuan strength is hyperfocused on getting him under her standing form. And from where he's kneeling, Sasuke can't seem to find a single reason why he wouldn't want to comply.
Sakura looks at Sasuke, his eyes connecting with hers. The thought crosses her mind: 'I might not even need to use her chakra, but there's something there. He looks… malleable, almost.'
She takes the same hand that pulled him down and cups his jaw. A simple push against the underside of his strong jaw and he moves to accommodate.
'He's so…'
'Submissive,' the other Sakura in her mind supplies.
All the gears in her overthinking mind click into place as he waits on his knees for her next move. Based on their reactions, both of them wait for her next move. She's so used to seizing control forcibly; Sakura's never been handed the reins so calmly. A heavy haze settles in her mind and slips throughout her body.
Sakura moves closer to him, finding it serendipitous that Sasuke's agape mouth is level to the point where her legs meet her torso. Sasuke's singular thumb finds a place to caress near Sakura's inner thigh, a silent show of consent. Sakura arches an eyebrow and pulls her panties to the side.
"Put your mouth here." Sasuke groans deeply, slight shudder of anticipation releasing from his body as his mouth makes contact with her waiting slit. Sasuke keeps his eyes on Sakura's, capturing the instant her pleasure began twisting within her with his red and lavender gaze. He knows he won't - can't - hurt her under Sakura's own guidance.
Sasuke flicks his tongue, mixing his saliva with the increasing wetness coming from Sakura's petal-soft folds. He can feel Sakura's fingers pulling his hair way from his face, her hand guiding the tempo. Sakura's shaky moans urge him forward, "I want to see you." Sakura's guidance emboldens Sasuke, and he delves his mouth further. His lips find the sensitive nub of nerves, drawing inconsistent gasps from Sakura. He focuses on drawing from her the pleasure he seeks himself, arousal straining against his boxers.
Sakura is having a hard time catching her breath. She can feel fire pooling low in her abdomen, holding off the lapping waves of pleasure from overtaking her. Curling her fingers in Sasuke's hair, she hears him hiss where her grip has turned painful on his scalp. When she finally cums, a moan rips from deep in her throat and she pushes against his waiting mouth. Feeling like he might drown, Sasuke surges ahead, lapping Sakura's dripping juices.
Sakura can feel her pulse at her ear and holds onto Sasuke for standing support. There is still static across her vision. Her control is further disheveled as Sasuke stands to his full height to let her rest against his chest. Sasuke makes sure they are maintaining eye contact when his thumb swipes against the corner of his smirk. Tongue savoring her release, drunk on the shifting tides of control, he presses his forehead against hers.
With Sasuke looming over her, Sakura's overactive nerves run one more chill at his next words: "My turn."
THE END.