Warnings: nsfw, alcohol, yeah, also… im very sorry for being 2 days late?? I dont like how this turned out but nvm, enjoy!! Feedback is always appreciated 🐷
“Shit, shit, shit!” He is shouting as he comes into her, hard. Pink hair bunched up in his hand which he hastily lets go as his form shakes, letting out animalistic moans as her pleasure reaches peak. “Ngh- ah!“Crying out as he pulls out from her sore and sensitive opening, Sakura falls on her stomach, thighs aching in alert, Sasuke right next to her. She breathes heavily, not quite able to collect herself. Her small fingers reach to rub the sensitive, bitten nipples and bruised breasts. She moans out, sated, both in overwhelming pleasure and pain; some semen is trickling out of her stretched opening, Sasuke has such a possesive personality, he can’t handle her body not being covered in his bite marks, hickeys and cum all over.
“Damn,” he can’t quite catch his breath – and it’s quite understandable, they have been at it for four rounds, his abs glistening with sweat and mixed fluids. The thin trail of hairs leading to his cock is dirtied by cum, and his hair is so deliciously messy… Poising herself on her side, Sakura drinks in the certain softness that only post-coitus Sasuke posseses, allowing her to daydream about him holding her hand on the street, and maybe, if she gets lucky, even eating lunch outside with her time to time. She knows that Sasuke dislikes PDA, completely, yet she can’t not feel jealous over Sai, yes, the constipated small Sai, who whooshes his soon-to-be-wife off her feet to scoop her up in his arms and kisses her in front of the entire Konoha 13, passionately so when she teases him or anything, really.
Sakura knows it’s selfish to ask – to want – something more from Sasuke.
He already spoils her rotten.
His flushed, vulnerable demeanor changes swiftly – lasting mere seconds – and he gulps, exhaling deeply as he shoves his robe onto his slick body, going for a washcloth to clean his girlfriend with. The humidity of the sex scented room doesn’t help clear Sakura’s mind: it only makes it more livid. She dissmisses this emotion as soon as Sasuke’s warm hand reaches over to soothe the overstimulated area, all worries dissapearing as she reflects on four fucking rounds of amazing sex, even Shadow Clones accompanying them in the second round.
“Sasuke-kun… that was amazing…” Purrs in appreciation as Sasuke brushes her center fleetingly, captivated by the sight of her being fucked full of his seed. A simple “aa” is all he gives.
Scoops her up, arm so tender around the small frame of skin and bones (she lost a considerable bit of muscle this month, Sasuke thinks, she needs time off from the hospital) and as he walks them over to the bathroom, careful not to slip, Sasuke places her in the warm water, attentive not to spill any. He appreciatevely scates his eyes over his handiwork – the patch of skin where he hasn’t left his mark or kissed doesn’t exist. They have long ago crossed the line where Sasuke would worry about a single bite. Sakura loves pain, and so does Sasuke, to some extent, so she will not mind, until the safeword is spoken, of course.
He settles in the bathtub with her after shedding the gray robe – arm loose of all bandages, her fingers trace over the stump, and forget themselves in the crooks of stray scars, each story unique and perfect as the one before.
“Darling? Want me to wash your hair?”
“Sure.”
The pinkette keeps herself occupied with the thick tresses, enjoying the soapy aroma of the room and the silky oil in the water, which smooths the surfaces of their skin, altrough she always deemed Sasuke’s skin to be smoother than silk.
He may have not shown many public displays of affection (his hand around her waist or shoulder while grocery shopping, their bodies leaning on one another during their library outings) but it is the complete oposite once they reach the safety of their home. His kisses are passionate and sweet and often because Sasuke’s nearly glued to her when they are in the confines of their home, this sulky bedhog and a grumpy night owl. A cuddle monster which gives her no peace – making her laugh after she has to wrestle her way out of the bed when she wants to wake for the job. He has duties too – but his secret lies in always having five more minutes of huddling close in the warm sheets with his favorite girl.
Even after alchohol sets his tongue loose and hands a bit more free, he refrains from anything in public, but devours Sakura the very moment they step foot in their home. A quiet storm, leaving her perfectly demolished in his wake.
“Say, Sasuke, everybody’s going out to drink tonight, so why won’t we too?” Sakura grabs a chance, praying softly that he catches the bait. Sakura is going to make him be comfier out of his shell outdoors, dammit!
“Mmm, I don’t know… I have a mission tomorrow night. And you haven’t taken a day off.” He is quick to pick up, as he dries her long, pink hair, setting it up in a loose bun. “I’m not the one whose alcohol tolerance we should question but…” The Uchiha is immediatelly put off, because she is right. He has one portion of sake, and he is useless. And by that he means oh look let’s jump off this bridge to see who’ll create a bigger splash useless. Sakura ends up babysitting him and Naruto more than enough. And since Sasuke’s sex drive usually goes through the roof, he has to remind himself more than once to keep his goddamn hands to himself. He would never live it down from dobe if he ever got handsy with Sakura in public. And dobe No. 2, as he was dubbing Kiba now, would get even worse, hence being annoying about Sasuke ‘not appreciating Sakura’s gentleness, which is akin to the one of a forest fairy’.
He really doesn’t like going out and drinking. Or going out, in general. But he does it only so Sakura would be happy and so he could see that little pout of triumph that she thinks she hides so well.
“Very well. We’re going out.”
Nothing can match his joy when he sees the pout he has been thinking about.
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Nobody in Konoha could ever expect the chaos that would ensue in putting together the Konoha 13 and copious amounts of alcohol – althrough nearly half of them just eat something, enjoying their own, non-drunken conversation. Kiba and Naruto dare each other, teasing the others around them. Ino tries to tease the hell out of Sakura, always interrupted by Sai’s saucy comments. Choji hogs the corner, leaving Sasuke in a comfortable cocoon of silence (people still needed time to warm up to the idea of Sasuke being back after numerous things he has done). Ino is laughing about something Sakura has told her again, and Sasuke’s being shoved some sake from accross the table from Naruto.
Fuck it.
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Sakura should’ve expected this – Sasuke getting bored, and then downing half a bottle. What she didn’t expect was how well he was handling it. He was weirdly quiet. Shikamaru got worried, passing her strange looks. His Rinnegan began glimmering wierdly – Sakura didn’t want him to accidentally activate the deadly doujutsu. “Well guys, we will be off! Haha, Sasuke-kun has a mission, he better rest for it.” Her awkward demeanor isn’t missed by Shino, Neji and Naruto, all while Hinata meekly lets out a “take care Uchiha-san”, which is ignored by Sakura as they dissapear into the humid night. Sakura’s ‘clever’ plan of making him maybe even make out with her so everyone will be convinced that Sakura gets a healthy amount of dicking and maybe stop teasing her about living with the stoic Uchiha in a celibate.
If they only knew.
As soon as they are in the clear of all people, near their secluded house (Sasuke has walked straight the entirety of it) Sakura asks him wearily, not knowing what to expect from his deadpanned stare, is he alright. Just a nod awaits her, and as soon as they enter the house, he trips. Sasuke trips and falls down on his face. Sasuke Uchiha tripped and fell horizontally on his face. Sakura did not know what to do with this information. “Ahh.. you were so drunk, you only had the energy to walk properly here. Pfft.” Laughing like an idiot, Sakura carries Sasuke to the bed, leaving him in the dim room, and going after a medical kit.
Some hangover medicine, and one (blowjob) physical treatment later, Sakura decides that Sasuke is not yet sober, but sober enough to deal with certain preparations for the tomorrow’s mission. As she is laying in their bed, breathing steady, listening to the soft tap of water as Sasuke makes himself decent, she thinks about his behavior – even through he ingested quite a bit of sake, he maintained his stoic demeanor.
She knew this was the stupidest thing ever – thinking about Sasuke drunkenly expressing his affection towards her – he expressed it more than enough in the comfort of their own home. So why does she have to be so selfish and wish for more, especially for the sake of proving something to others?
“What are you thinking about?” Demanding as ever, he emerges from the bathroom, leftover bangs glued together by the water, some droplets straying from his chin to his torso. “Nothing, Sasuke-kun.”
“It’s dumb to lie to me,” as simple as that, he serves his explanation, making her fidget and turn, not like she could’ve fooled him anyway. “Sasuke-kun… it’s a bit irrational… i don’t think-”
“I don’t care. Just say it. You make me say all kinds of stuff anyway.”
“Uh-huh.” She blushes head-to-toe, Sasuke saying such things made her want to dissapear. He was too serious, his voice relaxed and smooth.
“Sasuke… why don’t we… hold hands in public?”
Silence. Deafening and defeating silence. Sakura wants to explode from embarrassment, while Sasuke’s frozen in his tracks, cogwheels of his brain turning. Both their faces are aflame with furious blushes.
“So, I don’t feel the need to express my emotion in front of everyone, that’s all,” Sasuke collects himself to tell her in a stern, yet smaller voice than usual. Sakura wants to dissapear. Her face is positively boiling at this point. She turns around, hoping that the conversation is over. “But if you want me to, yeah, I’ll hold you.”
Holy-
Sakura’s brain shortcircuits and her body temperature rises 300 degrees at least. Feeling Sasuke’s hand gripping her, puling her closer to him, she melts in content. “Whenever you want, I can do something more.”
A sigh.
A kiss.
Sakura wishes him goodnight, staring at the crecent moon.