As much as Sakura wishes to slip down the hall and into her bedroom, an opportunity just doesn't reveal itself. She sits with her back to the kitchen island. Her arms rest atop her bent knees as she pouts and eavesdrops on Naruto and Sasuke because there's nothing else to do. She doesn't even have her phone to keep her distracted. Drinking beer is supposed to make people need to urinate more often, but the two men are apparently unaffected by it because they aren't excusing themselves.

More than an hour has to have passed by the time the two men begin to quieten down. Sakura is no longer amused by the situation. Instead, she's irritated and tired, given the fact that it's nearly midnight already. Soon, the soft sound of the television playing is joined by loud snores.

Sighing softly, the young woman dares a peek around the corner of the island to confirm her suspicion that Naruto Uzumaki is the source. After all, she's slept with Sasuke enough times to know he's a relatively quiet sleeper.

Sakura grits her teeth when she lays eyes on the pair of men. Naruto is splayed out on the sofa, a few empty beer cans resting atop him and on the floor nearby. His mouth hangs open in a comical fashion. He's reminiscent of a toddler falling asleep after a long day of playing at the park. Sasuke, on the other hand, is sitting at the far end of the sofa with his head slightly leaning to the side. Even asleep, he's lightyears more composed than his best friend.

A tiny bit of Sakura's annoyance subsides as she carefully comes to a stand, dusting off her legs with eyes trained on the sleeping men. She holds her breath as she tiptoes toward the hallway. Just as she reaches it, she pauses, turns, and looks back at the Uchiha man. Warmth meets her chest, face, and ears as her hands ball into fists. It's stupid, she knows, but she wants to sleep in Sasuke's bed with its owner present.

While carefully reapproaching the den, Sakura can't deny the excitement bubbling in her stomach at the idea of sneaking around the clueless Uzumaki man.

She momentarily hesitates upon coming to stand before Sasuke. Nervously, she caresses his cheek and gently corrects his posture. The Uchiha man's brow furrows. He unconsciously leans into her touch before blinking sleepily, recognizing the situation, and opening his mouth to speak. Sakura quickly moves her hand to cover his lips, making a shushing motion with her finger to her lips before pointing at the still-snoring Naruto. Sasuke looks over and realization glints in his dark eyes.

Blushing, Sakura offers the attractive man a hand, nodding toward the hallway in a silent invitation to slip away together. He accepts, ultimately leading the way. The pinkette looks at his back as he does, the corners of her lips threatening to turn up into a small smile. For some reason, she feels like she's discovering new things about Sasuke every day, whether it be new facial expressions, preferences, or anything else, no matter how subtle.

Sure, the pair spent the past few days together, but something feels new and exciting about how the Uchiha presses Sakura against the bedroom door once they're inside and kisses her, slow and sensual. She's pleasantly surprised that he's in the mood to fool around when just moments ago he was fast asleep.

Long, calloused fingers graze her skin as Sasuke holds her jaw and adjusts himself so he's slightly over her, leaving no room for escape. A sensual haze begins to mesmerize Sakura as the wet heat of his tongue passes her lips. Her body begins to respond on instinct.

The only sound is the soft rustle of their clothing and Naruto's distant snores from the den as she unbuttons his shirt. Then, her hands slowly undo Sasuke's belt and pants. They fall lower on his hips once she's successful. A barely-noticeable hitch interrupts his breathing when she slips a hand beneath the clothing to massage the hardening organ there.

Though it's something she's never done before, Sakura has an urge to spoil the man before her. Smoothly so as to not interrupt the mood, she slips her tongue from Sasuke's mouth and comes to her knees. The surprise in the man's eyes is barely contained. He says nothing and watches as she removes his sex from his pants like it's her God-given right.

The pinkette's face warms as she slips it into her mouth and their eyes lock. A pause occurs. It's as though they're silently communicating. Sakura is eager yet nervous, and he's assuring her that it's okay. He'll guide the way until she feels comfortable doing so. Acting on that notion, Sasuke places a palm on the door. He reaches down with his other hand to lift Sakura's chin, correcting the angle and beginning to move his hips in a gentle, slow tempo to not startle her.

To be honest, Sakura feels overwhelmed at first. Her throat tightens on instinct when the organ in her mouth presses deeper. Breathing more heavily through her nose, the young woman attempts to swallow nervously before forcing her muscles to relax. One of her hands comes up to hold onto Sasuke's wrist just because it makes her feel more secure.

He's gorgeous, this man.

The room is dark, but Sakura can still admire his lovely body. Soft muscles flex with each thrust of his hips, especially his abdominals. His jaw flexes every so often, too. The woman gradually becomes lost in the sheer masculinity he's emitting.

An unfamiliar emotion washes over her when Sasuke's lips slightly part, his brow furrowing as his tempo stutters.

Is it lust?

Affection?

It feels almost animalistic or inhuman.

Whatever it is, it makes it easier for Sakura to perform this action.

…..

Maybe Sasuke's body has come to associate Sakura's touch as an aphrodesiac or perhaps the alcohol has something to do with his decision to all but attack the young woman once they're behind the closed door of his bedroom. The hot, silky feeling of the woman in question's throat flexing around his cock sends a wave of pleasure up his loins. Green eyes, dark with lust, search his face.

Sasuke's barely keeping it together as he admires the sensual view and enjoys the sensation. He doesn't want this to end too quickly or he won't be able to properly commit it to memory in his drunken state.

Sakura's shyer than the women he's been with in the past. The fact isn't something he considers an issue. In fact, it's been a bit of a turn-on thus far. Even now, while performing such an act for him, the pinkette's face is tinged with a pink that's barely visible in the dark room. There's just enough light for him to be able to see her, though. He's relieved because it'd be a shame not to see this.

The beautiful woman, wearing nothing but some underwear and one of his shirts, on her knees and at his mercy. Sure, there's a bit of a dominant emotion bubbling up within him, but the awe and admiration overpower it.

The look in Sakura's eyes is unfamiliar, too. It's obviously something positive, though, so he doesn't hesitate.

Moments pass, the young woman giving it her all and the man trying his best not to reach his climax so this wonderful feeling doesn't end. Then, Sakura's throat vibrates around him. Her free hand fumbles up to tug on the front of his pants. Her brows furrow to create an incredibly risque expression that all but begs him to cum.

Sasuke can't deny that face and reluctantly gives in.

A tiny sound of surprise is muffled by his member as he presses himself deeper into Sakura's mouth and finally reaches climax. Her fingers tighten on his wrist. He watches while experiencing such euphoria as the pinkette takes the action like a champ. Feeling her swallow around him only enhances the pleasure.

Too quickly, the sensation passes, leaving the pair breathless. The heated fog in Sasuke's head parts enough that he can be concerned about his partner. He helps her to her feet, looking over her with sharp eyes to search for any sign of discomfort or regret.

Sakura's face turns a brighter shade of pink, nearly red, as he does. She delicately covers her lips with the back of her hand and whispers, "That was intense…" Those green eyes dart bashfully from his face to literally anything else and back.

Amusement warms Sasuke's chest. He holds back a smirk. Rather than embarrass her further, he instead fetches the bottle of water he keeps on his nightstand and brings it back to where she waits by the door.

She offers a grateful look before taking a few sips. That oh-so-familiar heat begins to reappear in the Uchiha's loins as he watches her throat move when she swallows. His eyes dance over her slim figure and how her hair falls softly down her back and over her shoulders, a little messily from what they just did.

Then, he's acting on instinct again.

The water bottle is tossed aside, spilling onto the rug. A squeak passes Sakura's lips as she's pressed against the closed door. Sasuke can't seem to get enough of her tonight. His tongue runs over the salty skin that connects her shoulder to her neck while unbuttoning her shirt. Her breath picks up amidst the excitement, and she gasps out his name when he almost desperately tore her underwear down her legs, tossing them somewhere in the room with zero care.

A loud thump meets their ears, then, because Sasuke seamlessly picks up his partner and presses her against the door while sliding inside of her. Fire fuels their movements as he thrusts into her over and over. Long, soft legs cross around his hips as Sakura holds on for dear life. She crosses her arms over his shoulders and buries her face there, too, in an attempt to remain quiet. The closeness proves to turn the Uchiha man on further because he can feel her smooth, sweaty skin pressing against him. Her breasts are rubbing against his chest with each movement. Her scent surrounds him, too.

A quiet moan rumbles his chest and he closes his eyes when he recognizes it as the perfume he bought for her months ago. In his currently-unstable mind, when she wears that perfume, it's like she's telling everyone, but especially him, that she's his and no one else's.

Sasuke likes that. He likes it a lot.

Pleasured, soft gasps and whimpers meet his ears with each thrust, urging him to continue. She feels like silk around him. The sensation of being with Sakura is more addicting than anything else he's experienced in life. Maybe that's why he's been so turned on lately. She's been flouncing around his condo like a personalized torture made just for him.

"Sasuke? You up, Man?" Naruto's voice suddenly comes from the other side of the bedroom door.

The duo freezes.

Sakura pulls back to meet his eye in shock, silently begging him not to rat her out to the Uzumaki man. Sasuke swallows before clearing his throat to mask the fact that he's sweaty and breathing irregularly, "What do you want?"

Sakura, seemingly unconsciously, runs her fingers through the Uchiha's hair to push it out of his face, eyes dazed as she listens intently for a response from outside. The action sends a spark of excitement down Sasuke's spine. He feels himself flex inside her, leading to her doing the same in surprised response.

"I heard a crash. Did you fall or something?"

Sasuke can't help himself, then. He moves his hips, albeit much slower than before so Sakura won't make a sound. The woman's mouth clamps shut and she cups his face between her hands, legs tightening around his hips as she hisses, "S-Stop! He'll hear!"

A drunken smirk meets Sasuke's lips as he continues. She's positively pulsating around his cock right now. Sasuke realizes in this moment that the oh-so-innocent Sakura Haruno gets turned on when there's a chance someone will catch them in the act. His mind is filled with all kinds of what-if scenarios that he can cause to take advantage of this discovery. Rather than tell her about it, he responds to his annoying friend, "I knocked over my water. Go back to sleep, Idiot."

Naruto begins to argue, "Hey, don't be a dick! I just wanted to be sure you didn't hurt yourself since you've been drinking, you-" "Fuck off, Naruto. I'm going to sleep," he cuts off the man out in the hall.

There are a few unintelligible grumbles before the sound of the Uzumaki man walking away back towards the den comes. Then, Sasuke carries his struggling little girlfriend to the bed. He allows her to fall onto it and proceeds to press into her without delay. Her hair falls messily around her as her back arches and she releases his shoulders so she can instead grip handfuls of the blankets and sheets.

She hisses between quiet moans, "Sasuke?"

The man in question leans over her, hands exploring her milky skin, before kissing her. Her hands leave the bed to hold onto him again, and he dips down to kiss her neck, speaking into her skin breathlessly, "Want me to stop?"

No response comes for a moment, and the Uchiha comes up to look at Sakura's face for confirmation, only to smirk once more when she bashfully shakes her head.

It's that face again, the one that bleeds submission. It triggers something wild within Sasuke and he holds himself up with one hand while slipping his other down to grab her bottom and lift her slightly so he can sheath himself that much deeper within her.

Sasuke decides then and there that he'll quit teasing her so she can get off.

If she keeps looking at him like that, he might just spoil her rotten.

Sakura's a dangerous woman.

me after writing this: I need to go find my husband for….reasons.