She's his, she just doesn't know it yet.
Incubus Sasuke and human (librarian) Sakura AU. 18+ due to sexual content. (Lots of italics and '…', so sorry in advance if that annoys you.)
He was on his knees… for her… and the high she felt from it caused her insides to flutter with uncontrollable desire.
The coiling in her belly grew intense; the sharpness of her inhaled breath loud in the quietness of the room.
Her fingertips gently slipped through thick strands of silky black hair and her eyes slowly closed in complete rapture.
The exquisite and pleasurable lapping of his tongue on her folds caused her legs to weaken; her back arching against the bookshelf behind her in an attempt to support her. She let out a desperate moan of need as he delved deeper.
"That's it, my Kitten," the man purred against her skin; his breath hot and his fingers flexing against her thighs. A low rumble of approval came from his throat as she thrust her hips slightly in his direction, urging him to continue.
He worked her body with a feverish intent and abandoning all logic, she allowed it; the man feasting on her desires for pleasure as if he was a man starved. But he was giving so much more than he was taking she thought while her eyes rolled back when his luscious lips tugged experimentally at her swollen clit.
Sakura rolled her hips, using her grip on him to drag him closer. She let out a desperate cry as her thighs began to quiver; her climax near. She felt his lips tug into a knowing smirk as he worked harder to draw out her pleasure; using his grip to hold her steady as she slowly lost herself in the sensual pleasures he so willingly offered to her.
Her eyes opened slightly, her gaze shifting down her body and she felt the very breath leave her lungs when her eyes met his. He'd been watching her intently; his dark obsidian pools filled with an uncontrollable thirst. Sakura witnessed his lips curve upward and opened her mouth, but no sound was expelled apart from a desperate gasp.
The man pulled away, his fingers replacing his tongue as he continued to hold her gaze. It was only a matter of time before she felt the fully satisfying release of ecstasy take hold. Holding her gaze, his tongue darted out to taste the wetness soaking his lips… her wetness… and she couldn't suppress a shiver from the primal, dominant act. His voice was deep when he said, "That's right, my Kitten. Come for me."
She closed her eyes, teetering on the edge of bliss; then—
The slamming of several books on her desk startled her to full alertness and Sakura sat up quickly; her head spinning while her eyesight grew blurry from the sudden movement, causing an influx of blood to rush to her brain. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to force the feeling away; then opened them to glare at her friend, who stood across from her with a shit-eating grin spread across her ruby-red stained lips. "Thanks a lot…," Sakura murmured under her breath, and Ino simply shrugged before moving to the seat across from her.
"You shouldn't be sleeping on the job then, Miss Haruno."
Sakura tossed one of her pens at the blonde, smacking her in the forehead with it and Ino retaliated by sticking out her tongue like a petulant child, before tossing it back. The pinkette easily caught it, shaking her head before adjusting in her seat and stretching to ease the ache in her muscles. "How long was I out for this time?"
"Twenty minutes; give or take." Sakura's lips twisted into a frown while she adjusted her posture; glancing around the room to see a few people sitting quietly around the room… some of them reading, some playing on a computer, while some younger ones appeared to be doing their homework. The local "bad boys" hung out in the corner chatting quietly amongst themselves, while an older man had fallen asleep in an old armchair by the window with a newspaper resting on his chest; his thick glasses askew on his face. Her gaze shifted back to her bestie who was now focused on looking through one of the discarded folders lying fully abandoned on her desktop, taking the initiative to assist in cataloging some of their new (and old) inventory.
Sakura scrubbed her hand down her face and sighed as she reached for a pen to finish some of the paperwork in front of her. "You should have woken me up before now." She saw Ino shrug from the corner of her eyes, but neither looked up from their task.
After a moment, "I know you haven't been sleeping well as of late." A pause, then she added, "I mean…," a small and wicked smile began to lift up the corner of her lips. "If I was having dreams like those, I don't think I'd be sleeping very well either." Sakura's gaze shot up, pen poised above her paper, stopping mid-word as her body froze with tension. It took Ino only a second to meet her gaze, but her knowing smile never wavered. "Did you know that you moan… a lot in your sleep… forehead." Sakura's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink instantaneously with embarrassment as her jaw hung open in surprise. Had she really just— "So..," Ino continued, her gaze shifting back to the work in front of her as if she hadn't just dropped an absolute bombshell on her friend. "Who's the lucky guy?"
Sakura swallows slowly and shifts her gaze downwards to avoid accidentally meeting Ino's. She began to scribble on the paper again as she tried to feign nonchalance. "I don't know what you are talking about." Ino rolled her eyes and scoffed… drawing the attention of a young couple passing by, who looked at them both with only mild curiosity before returning to their hushed conversation. Sakura's emerald eyes narrowed when Ino followed up her question with, "It has to be about a guy, right? I mean there is no way you'd be moaning… like that for any other reason than you were getting laid. To think, my sweet little, abstinent angel finally lost her V card, but it had to be during a wet dream. What a horrible reality we live in."
Sakura rolled her eyes, but her red cheeks heated further. It was at that moment that she sincerely wished there was a higher power; one to hear her plea and grant her request to have the floor open up and swallow her whole. Sadly… she was forced to endure this form of torture that only her best friend could inflict, and decided to try and deflect her line of questioning with, "Don't you think if I had someone to think about, I'd have told you by now?" Ino shrugged but seemed to ponder that question for a few seconds.
"I guess it's possible, but then you know I'd just tease you even more. So I highly doubt it. I think you'd try to keep it from me. I mean at least for a bit to enjoy the pleasurable 'enrapture' and keep me fully in the dark. Wondering who the guy was to finally sweep Konoha's favorite little "nun" off her feet." She wadded up a piece of paper and tossed it directly at the blonde's head. "HEY!" Several heads turned their way, the old man jolting out of his sleep, while Sakura glared at her darkly. Ino smiled innocently while rubbing at her head to scrub away her 'injury'. Afterward, she glanced around briefly before leaning in. "Can you at least tell me if it is because of a guy," her voice lowered slightly in respect for the people around them and Sakura's privacy. "Or…"
"It's not…," she stated flatly, biting at her bottom lip before frowning, deciding to divulge a bit more. "It's those dreams again. They've been keeping me awake." Ino's expression grew completely serious as she leaned in further; her bust pressing firmly against the table and exposing a generous amount of her cleavage.
She looked at Sakura earnestly before saying, "You should go see the doctor about them. She knows how to deal with 'em. I've heard horror stories… rumors… theories of what they could mean, and the creatures that could exist. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. If they keep occurring and it's always with the same man—" She didn't bother to finish, knowing full well that her friend understood, and her body visibly shivered in revulsion. "If they do exist, I never want to meet one."
Sakura concurred, her expression grim. "I've… made an appointment with Tsunade. To discuss things properly. I'm hopeful that she can help me find a solution. If that's what it is anyway."
"Let's hope it's not. Keep me updated though, okay." She nodded in agreement and resumed her work, eager for the day to be over so she can go home and relax in relative peace.
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Sakura didn't remember falling asleep, but somehow she found herself in the same room as before; with the same man's tongue delving expertly between her folds.
She sighed in contentment and relaxed on her mattress, her fingers instinctively lacing between strands of his hair as he worked her body to his will, forcing her control to slip and surrendering to the pleasure he so willingly offered to her.
But somehow, this time was different and she felt her heart quicken, but for an entirely different reason. She licked her lips slowly, her anxiety spiking while he gently tweaked her hardened nipple, suppressing the desire to moan while her body tingled with sensual and sexual anticipation.
She forced her mind to focus, her lips parting as she drew on her courage to confront him. "H-hey," she gasped when his finger flicked her clit, his tongue darting in and out from between her folds. He hummed in response; his focus was elsewhere. She forged ahead. "C-can I… uh, ask y-you—"
"Ask what you want, my Kitten," he spoke deeply, but his tone was dismissive as he shifted her slightly to drag her closer to his touch; sensing the change in her mood, and attempting to distract her by bringing her focus back to his pleasurable touches. He seemed almost… perturbed that her focus was shifting, but didn't speak or act on it further.
"A-are you a— Ahh…," he thrust a finger roughly into her, pumping in and out quickly; as if his life depended on her ability to come from his touch alone. 'Maybe it does…' She rolled her eyes and unconsciously thrust into his hand as she tried to remember what she'd been wanting to say. "A- are you… a-are—"
He released his tight grip on her and moved up her body, his tongue tasting every single inch of visible skin until he had reached the soft junction at her shoulder; licking and sucking at it with an almost animalistic need to claim her. She could do nothing, couldn't remember anything other than the feel of him as the tip of his cock prodded at her soaked entrance. Instinctively she spread her legs wider to accommodate him, his body casting a large shadow over hers as he sucked gently on her neck.
She moaned, her nails digging into his flesh as he slowly slipped inside of her. He smirked. "Didn't you want to ask me something, Kitten," he taunted; his voice seductive as he pushed past her inner barrier swiftly. She gasped and her eyes watered as a brief stab of pain shot through her before it was quickly squelched by his hips rocking slowly against her; his cock bringing immeasurable amounts of pleasure to her body, causing an almost frantic desire to force every other thought from her mind.
Sakura didn't ask that night, too consumed by him to even bother with her earlier fears as he took her body over and over again.
When she awoke the next morning, her phone was ringing incessantly, and she groaned outwardly as she turned her head to the side to read the time on her alarm clock. She was late for work, feeling like she'd gotten zero sleep, and sighed before picking up her phone; her arms resting lazily across her sore eyelids; the dark circles there showcasing her immense exhaustion. "Hello, Ino-piggy..," she groaned. "I'm sorry I'm late. I'll be on my way soon."
"Fuck that! I was worried something had happened to you, forehead! Are you alright?! I'm on my way!" Sakura sighed, knowing that she would have zero chance of changing the blonde's mind now… being under the assumption that she was probably already at least halfway to her house by the time she'd finally woken up and answered her cell phone; but she at least had to attempt to dissuade her.
"I'm fine. I'm alive, really. I just…"
"Let me guess, you didn't sleep? The dreams again?"
"Not really… and sort of."
"As soon as I get there I am taking you to see Tsunade; no more complaints! Understand, young lady?" Sakura rolled her eyes and yawned loudly before lowering her right hand to her side, while holding the phone to her ear with the left.
"Fine."
"Good! I'll be there in ten!"
Ino then hung up and Sakura tossed her cell phone to the side, rubbing at her temples before slowly sitting up to get ready for the day. But as soon as she swung her legs over the side and stood she almost collapsed to the ground; her legs were shaking and her core was throbbing. She began to breathe harder, her breaths becoming shallow, and she felt panic rising up in her chest as images from last night's dream began to play inside her mind. 'Not possible…' With shaking hands, the pinkette reached between her legs and carefully touched herself, wincing slightly from the dull pain between her legs and when she withdrew them, she let out a low gasp of surprise; her body still slightly hunched over as her grip on the mattress tightened.
Blood, fresh and coating two of her fingertips a deep, dark crimson was all she could see for several seconds, before her eyes went wide. How was that even possible? It was a horribly vivid dream.
She was still a virgin.
She's never been intimate with anyone.
She's never had sex.
It was just a stupid dream.
She didn't—
Her body quickly tensed, on high alert, when a tall shadow emerged from behind her and she turned sharply, her eyes widening further when she saw the massive, familiar figure stealthily emerging from the darkest shadows in the corner of her semi-lit bedroom. It was at that moment she began to curse her decision to purchase those black-out curtains. Sakura backed away from him slowly, whispering quietly to herself that this wasn't real… that he wasn't real… that he was just a figment of her imagination and a way to distract herself from a lack of male companionship in her real life.
But the aching throb between her legs told her otherwise.
It told her that Ino's fears weren't so unfounded after all.
The fresh blood on her fingertips… that was very real.
Just as this man somehow was; standing casually in front of her wearing a pair of dark slacks and a buttoned shirt; a sharp contrast to his normally naked (or at least somewhat naked) flesh that she'd mapped out numerous times in her dreams; and last night she'd allowed him to act on impulse and take her for his own.
But how could a dream be reality unless what Ino said was true…and those creatures of mere nightmarish fiction were actually real. 'If that's the case—' She felt a small shiver of fear race down her spine as he gazed at her with a sexy… knowing smirk; as if he could sense all of her emotions; all of her confusion, contemplation, and finally her conclusion. He tilted his head and his smirk grew; his eyes flashing as he moved towards her with purposeful intentions. She took in a sharp breath when he spoke, the same eloquent and deep rumble that caused her to quiver in pleasure.
"Did you sleep well, my Kitten."
She couldn't fight back her fear any longer. Her lungs filled with air… and she screamed.
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.
