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Spar	By : D_Filbert Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Sasuke/Sakura Views: 7745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Sakura gaped as Sasuke repeatedly stroked his hand through her tousled pink hair. Her eyes threatened to close simply loving in the affectionate touch of the Uchiha. Finishing him off distracted her immensely. She let her guard down allowing the scintillating piece of man break free of her restraints. Never attempt to control an Uchiha. She swallowed softly, her dazed eyes never leaving his smoldering onyx. She felt her skin light on fire. The deep set of eyes staring into her soul promised many more days of their coupling, heated dances, uncontrolled passions and most of all constant fights for dominance. She licked her top lip excited. She couldn’t wait.
            He caught her licking once more, this time acting on his instinct. Sasuke thumbed the supple lip, wonderfully swollen from his assertive kisses not too long ago. Half-lidded, Sakura never blinked as she leaned into his touch, dropping innocent kisses to the finger. He stopped breathing as he felt something wet touch the tip of his thumb. Sasuke grit his teeth, preventing a powerful hiss from sounding watching as Sakura drunkenly sucked his thumb, manipulating it with her tongue reminding him of her sinful little acts before. Against her soft, yet toned thigh, he felt his manhood rise from his flaccidity. He exhaled sharply, hearing her intentionally make wet, sucking noises, moaning through her nose. He let her own his thumb, twirling it in circles dancing on her tongue. So wet, so so wet. Without realizing it, Sasuke lightly pumped his thumb in and out of her mouth, absently wondering if she would like to suck him off a second time.
            Kami, she was good at that.


            Sasuke’s thumb froze. Exactly, why was Sakura good at fellatio? Dark images of Sakura passed through his vision. A sharp stab of something hit him somewhere as his thoughts traveled to his loyal Sakura performing something not-so-loyal with another man. He clenched his teeth. She was really good at making him feel. Never once had he disturb himself with the aspect of Sakura’s virginity.
            Because he was confident it was his to take.
            Sasuke remembered nights he entertained himself with Sakura’s purity. Alone in the Sound base of his youth, even during the travels with Taka, Sasuke controlled his hormones pleasuring himself envisioning the different ways and times he’d take it from her.
Just entering puberty, Sasuke imagined Sakura naked:

            They were still genin. She was still infatuated with him.

            “Sasuke-kun, my bra matches my hair! Would you like to see?”
            Sasuke lifted a hand and pressed on her developing breast. He felt a tingle within his pants. He leaned forward, closing his lips around the covered boson. He licked it experimentally sending jolts of pleasure through her innocent body.

            “Nnngh…what…that….it feels good….”

He had made a mess in his sheets that night.

During puberty, Sasuke imagined what he’d do to a naked Sakura:

            Sakura’s lips looked delectable. “Sa-Sasuke-kun…be gentle…”

He actually skipped training that day.

            It came to the point after frustrating moments of his travels with the insufferable bickering of Suigetsu and Karin, the best way to release was imagining kidnapping Sakura and taking her against a tree just outside of her comrades’ campsite.
“S-Sasuke-k-kuuun…they’ll hear me---o-o-oh, ngh!”
The morning after his arm was awfully sore and he heated in embarrassment finding his spent seed sprinkled on a fallen leaf.
            Filthy, vivid daydreams recurred after killing his kin, renewing a path for blood. His mind and spirit fully submerged in darkness, welcomed even darker fantasies of his precious former teammate. They sickened but successfully aroused him when he looked back on them.

            The lot of them involved her tying the pink-medic up, bound, exhibited to the entire Konoha village thrusting deep inside of her relishing in her dirty wanton cries for more.
            Then as he recently embraced the good of Konoha once more, his fantasies returned to when he was younger, of illuminated moments of sex for the sake of expressing love.
            Sakura wore her wedding band religiously, kissing his band with lips only meant for him. Sasuke took her like he took her on their wedding night.

            “Sasuke-kun…” she whined, “put it in…I can’t wait anymore!”

            Sasuke dreamed of unusual visions of uniting with the medic-nin. He aroused at the aspect of sharing his name with her. Even hardening at the idea of an “Uchiha Sakura,” he contemplating his fantasies timed with his maturity.
            As he lay beneath the object of his most explicit fantasies, rage bubbled up at the thought someone had taken his fantasy away. Some nameless, faceless, man had taken what was rightfully his. The visions that retained his sanity stopped him from blindly fucking anything with legs and a hole, because Sakura was quite literally, the object of his affections.
“If you stay,”

“I’ll make you happy every day.”

“Without you, it’d be worse than loneliness.”

“Please stay, stay with me.”
            Sakura’s twelve-year old confession reverberated in his mind. The promises of a future together was a spell, a genjutsu over his thoughts. She hypnotized him with her sweet little words of her young self. They were like a vice, gripping him from straying from her. Unknowing, he was loyal to her, untouched by woman. He was stubborn to achieve goals, rarely would they be dropped. He had slain his brother. A goal achieved. From the darkest nights, they were quiet, only words spoken were teasing whispers of a young girl with unrequited love. She was his goal. He returned to her. Sasuke expected her to do the same for him but a whirl of confusing envy weighed in his belly. She was unbelievably talented. He wanted to know why.
            “Who was he?”
            His thumb slipped undramatically out of her mouth. “What?”

            “Before me, who was he?”

            Sakura’s eyes searched his face, finding nothing but a blank stare, she looked around for an answer. “Who…?”

            Sasuke snatched her wrist, and gripped it warningly. “Sakura…”
“Sasuke-kun…I don’t know what you’re talking about—who, rather…”

“Don’t lie to me.”
Unabashed by the display of his stiff cock, Sasuke lifted himself pushing her wrist, her entire form gently stalking towards her. Distantly, he wanted to smirk as her eyes followed the slight sway of his manhood and wanted to snort at the hint of drool. Her silence both encouraged and frustrated him.

            “Sasuke-kun…what do you mean?”

            “Who taught…” He trailed off, and narrowed his gaze, looking away from her. He must sound pitiful. Must sound jealous, weak—“this.” He felt his face heat up as her lips dropped in realization. She was kind enough sparing him from elaborating.

            She wanted to tease him. She wanted to take this moment and force him back down. Use her chakra-enchanced strength and shut him up. She wanted to scream at him like a demon, telling him it was none of his business of what she did with other men (which would be a blatant lie as she was as virgin as a virgin can be). She wanted to grab his dick and aim it straight of her virgin hole. She wanted to ride him, make him say her name, groan it, moan it, cry it out for all of Konoha to hear. She wanted to take over his entire body, lean down and bite his beautiful skin with her equally beautiful teeth and mark him, mark him as hers and hers alone. Sakura wanted to fuck this traitorous man for even having the balls to ask her such a question when he should be the one giving an explanation.
            But Sakura loved him. Deeply, deeply loved this man. She wanted to quell his unnecessary jealousy and fill the possessive emptiness with her unconditional love. She was Sakura, the unrequited medic as he was Sasuke the object of her affections.
            Sakura reached up and hovered soft fingertips over his chiseled jaw. Such a handsome man looked back at her. Returning her lusty urges with equal enthusiasm, she felt fortunate they made it to a point in their lives where neither shied away. This was crucial, “silly, Sasuke-kun.” She touched the hand that clasped her wrist and brought it down to cup her womanhood, “this was always yours. Saved it for you.” She swallowed down the hardness in her throat at her confession. She opened herself to him, and she desperately wanted to retain control over this. But even more, she didn’t want to lie to him. Her feelings have always been honest, so why lie now to make him jealous?
            Inner thoughts purred, Jealous-Sasuke would probably tongue-fuck her to oblivion.
            Sakura shivered at her dark thoughts. Above all else, she was not her seductive persona. She would go to bed as the loving Sakura that sparred with the man she wanted to kiss. That’s not to say, a seductive Sakura could always cooperate with a love-sick Sakura.
            Sasuke was speechless with her display of affection. He felt himself arouse looking down to see Sakura had not pulled his hand out from her intimate area. There it was, he looked back up to her face, she licked her bottom lip this time. Her eyelids lowered, glittering jade eyes darkened as the hand that used his to cup her began moving. He flustered. Sasuke observed their position.
            The dark-haired shinobi kneeled in front of a quivering mess that was Sakura. He hunched forward, hand invading her wetness, her hand soaking as well as they moved in cadence. She shivered, leading him with her own hand as she pushed his fingers inside of her. Sasuke observed Sakura arching her back, her still-exposed breasts flushing in her evident arousal. Her nipples hardened deliciously, his mouth watered remembering just how luscious they were on his tongue. He leered at her maintained abdomen, clenching in time with each prod of his following fingers. He exhaled harshly with his nose as she lead his thumb to dig into her tiny bundle of nerves. She squealed, he groaned, a gush of essence spilling onto their holding hands. Her thighs shivered, nearly giving out under the power of her stimulation.
            Uchiha Sasuke had once admitted the Haruno Sakura of reality would never be as appealing as the one that dominated his fantasies.
            As he watched Sakura throw her head back, tongue outstretched, drool trailing down the side of her soft cheek, the stress of her entire being, tensed the blow of her orgasm urged him to take her down—
            Sakura needs to marry him. Now.
            “Mmm…Sasuke-kuuuun….”
            She was still enticing him. Her short confession of her virginity was the remnants of her former, love-sick self. This grown up-kunoichi before him was combined with the girl that loves him unconditionally. She was a challenged. Without realizing it, she managed to retrieve domination, making him submissive. This woman…
            Sasuke lunged at Sakura who pushed to recover from her mind-shattering orgasm. He tore at her top, ripping more pieces of her black shorts, as it to make her completely open to him. He devoured her mouth, nipping and sucking some more of this swollen piece of flesh. He twisted and turned his head making an unpredictable torrent of arousal shoot through her. His eyes burned, as if his eyes sensed an enemy. He blinked tightly, forcing down his painful kekkei genkai. He grunted as he felt her exposed core brushed his aching cock. She moaned into his mouth, his tongue licking a crazy path inside her mouth. He ripped his lips away from her mouth, latching onto her delicate neck, reviving the splotches there. She hissed, her hands clawing down his back and shoulders. Her hips thrust unconsciously, reminding Sasuke what needed to be done.
            Visions of a white bedroom, with a brightly pure, and white wedding dress danced in her eyes. A blushing virgin. Ino teased her that Sakura the second girl who’d be a legitimate virgin on her wedding day. First, being Hinata—but Sakura knew better. In Konoha, the lovely kunoichi of the village would do no such thing. They were a passionate fiery bunch of women. When faced with the loves of their lives, innocence would not be in their nature.
            Hell, she learned licking-her-lips trick from the “regal” little Hyuuga.

            Regardless, the visions of her honeymoon always had the same man taking her to bed. The hushed promises, and vows to revive a certain clan, the certainty of becoming the new matriarch with an uchiwa stitched on her clothes. It was always Sasuke.
            She didn’t lie. Her body belonged to Sasuke.
            Bend it, break it: it was his to do what he willed.
            Sasuke hissed as his tip flicked her soaking entrance. He wanted nothing more than to mount and fill her completely. He needed to calm down, take control of the situation. It proved difficult, Sakura had recovered from her haze and she matched his fevered kisses with her own. He smirked against her gasping lips as she ran her nails along his sides and gripped his buttocks. She surprisingly didn’t use chakra as she pushed his lower half into hers suggestively.
            “Sasuke-kun…”

            “Not yet.”

            He wanted her desperate. He wanted her mindless. She could still say his name coherently. He didn’t like that. Sasuke nudged his hardness at her slippery opening, feeling her thrash in the blatant teasing.
            “SASUKE-KUN!” She begged, almost sobbing.
            Sasuke slipped his hands into her hair, tugging her head back. Her eyes were completely unfocused hypnotized by desire. Her mouth completely devoured, hot breaths puffing out fast hinting her frustration. He liked this. He wanted more. Sasuke wanted to gauge her expression as he lazily trailed his hand in between them, gripping his manhood and steadying it drawing it painstakingly closer to her hole. He watched with unhidden amusement, her teeth clamped down onto her bottom lip nearly drawing blood. Sasuke rubbed it experimentally, feeling her twitch. He harshly nudged her clit with his tip, he hissed at his sensitivity. He leaned forward and licked along her teeth, begging for entry. She opened willfully with a gasp. He let himself slip ever-so-slowly inside…
            “S-sasuke-kuuunn—please—oh my—kami,” she sobbed, pulling away from him. Her hips swung uncontrollably and despite her efforts he had not slipped further in. Sasuke managed to root himself just barely inside of her. “W-what do yo-you want from me, just put it in already!”
            He chuckled darkly as she unknowingly relived one of his older fantasies. More desperate, he wanted her more desperate. Sasuke looked down at their connection, his face heating up. What was he doing? He was amazed at his own discipline. But again, he reminded himself. His first time needed to be mind-blowing, unforgettable. Her first especially, he wanted to ensure she would not regret any second of this and wish it would have been better.
            Sasuke needed to make sure his future wife could handle his baby-making techniques.
            “Sa…Sas…” She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to push him inside of her further. Any trace of jealousy she had of Sasuke’s past vanished. Her new goal had been to get that fully erect and mouth-watering cock inside of her to the base. “Nngh…Sa…Sasuke.” She babbled. She tossed her head side-to-side in frustration. Tears welled at the corners. He was so mean.
            An incoherent Sakura, he won.
            Without warning Sasuke thrust his entire length inside of her clamping entrance. He felt a slight resistance, surprised actually, her maidenhead was still intact despite being a kunoichi. He watched her face, finding no trace of pain he grinned inwardly. Their foreplay had been perfect. Her first time should prove to be incredible.
            Sakura was soaked. She could hear the smacking of wetness as Sasuke slowly built a rhythm in his thrusts. His rod must be drenched in her excitement and she was glad. Her first time was not painful as she imagined. She was very glad, she didn’t have to adjust to this man she could take him in all of his glory. Sakura moaned deeply, her throat lowering in pitch. Sasuke pushed in to the hilt, his fingers snapped to her thighs driving into her core with a wet smack. It was incredible. His entire being throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to achieve that final glory but first, he needed to make her undeniably aroused.
            Sasuke panted her name. She whined and moaned and felt all of her essence drip to the ground. She gasped, feeling him lift her thigh and she felt him try his best to deepen his thrust. Her body tingled with sweat cascading in all parts of her body. Their tufts of coarse hair dug into one another. Flesh slapped against flesh as the dark-haired Uchiha invaded her center.

            Hazily, Sakura stared up at Sasuke and felt a buzz of excitement watching how focused he was. She reveled in his openness, how all emotions were clear in his sweaty handsome countenance. She lifted a heavy arm, leaning her hand towards his face, stretching her fingers to ghost over his heated features. Just then she felt Sasuke push her leg into her chest, bringing her down to the ground suddenly. He penetrated her somehow deeper, hitting somewhere that made her cry out, her voice reaching hoarseness.
            “S-Sasuke-k-kunn!” She screeched. He kept hitting that spot. Over and over, she burst out rivulets of her arousal. She heard him chuckle but not for long concentrating on his reactions. The head of his cock bumped that spot in this position, her walls wanting to keep him inside.
            “Hn.”

            That short sound he’d always make. How—why did it make a dark whirl or pleasure inside
            “Is this what you wanted?”

            “Nngh….!”

            “Was this what you planned?

            His pace quickened, grip tightened.

            “You teased me during this spar.”

            She tossed her head to the side, moans careening lecherously.

            “You kissed me. You started this.” He hissed between breathes.

            He watched her lips quirk in a satisfied smile.

            “Hn. Now this is how you’ll lose this spar and the many more to come.”

            She faced him, lustily, vision swimming.

            “You’re going to come.”

            She whined.

            “You’re going to come. Hard.”

            “Aa-aahh…”

            “I’ll flip you over. I won’t pull out.”

            She bit her lip.
            “I’ll fuck you from behind. Just as I fantasized back then.”

            “Fffnnn….”

            “I’ll make you come even harder on my cock, because getting it from behind is how you always wanted it.”

            H-How did…he know? Something coiled within her at his words.

            “Then…my precious Sakura, I’ll drag you to the ground. You’ll top me, you’ll ride me—I’ll let you decide if you want to face me or not. Either way, I’ll slam into you, let your sweet little ass slap against me making it red without me spanking it.”

            Sakura’s cries were increasing in pitch. Oh-ohnonononono I’m coming…

            Sasuke leaned forward, harder and faster his thrusts became, he brought his lips to her ear and hissed viciously enticed, “then I’ll make you fucking come one more time before I get off to your clamping tight little pussy and spray everything I saved for you until you can’t handle anymore.”

            Sakura shot off. “SASUKE!” She cried out, stiffening. She coughed, her throat feeling heavily worn from her moans. She felt his lips quirk into a grin, stage one ended. Indeed, she was flipped over immediately after her orgasm. After a beat, he thrust into her wildly making a pace for her she could barely match. Her legs were gelatin as Sasuke dominated her from behind. She moaned tiredly but still unbelievably horny. He fucked her intensely, the wetness from her orgasm spilled everywhere with every slap of flesh. Sasuke was amazing, it was most likely from the seductive whisper of his words but she could not understand why she was still so turned on.

            “Oh-Kami…Sasuke-kun…” She shook her head, moaning hoarsely.
            Sasuke smirked in triumph. He would make do on his word as he done before. He was fucking her to her next orgasm and he bit back a laugh at her puzzled expression. Most likely the girl did not understand her own insatiable lust. They were two sides of the same coin, she and Sasuke, they had unresolved desires and now that they finally acquired it, they’d take advantage. He loved the way her ass rippled with every pound of his pelvis. The squelches never ceased since the beginning adoring how he made this girl react to him. He couldn’t wait to consummate their wedding.

            Shit. He thought. He was supposed to wait until they married right?

            He looked down at his virgin. Fuck it.

            He lifted her thigh and drilled into her absorbing her unashamed screams. He would still take her in a wedding dress or even the traditional silk kimono. Both visions of Sakura he would have her screaming his name as he confirmed her last name as his. He’d take her over and over like did at this moment. He clenched his teeth in frustration, the images of Sakura-the-bride excited him for the future. He wanted it now, so he could savor the new Lady Uchiha. There was a throbbing within his manhood it wanted to unleash. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come. He couldn’t pull out now. Even though Sakura calmed down, she still showed she had dominance within her person. Should he show weakness she’d take advantage.
            Too bad Sakura felt his twitching penis inside of her.
            Sakura turned her head, unfocused emerald eyes narrowed back at him. She panted wanton as her hips met his in an erotic dance. What was she planning?

            In a flash, Sakura managed to drop his guard with her own thrusting hips, push him back with her ass and send him to the ground. He grunted as he made contact with the dirt in a form of déjà vu of their foreplay. She spun, while his cock seated deep within her, as she teasingly ran her fingertip up his stomach and twirled over his pectorals.
            She panted, catching her breath and calming her heart. Her lower half throbbed with overuse, but delighted how much her body hummed for more. She’d let it have its way.
                        “My Sasuke-kun was about to come, wasn’t he?”

                        He growled.

                        “So much for your plan….you talked too much.” Even though it sounded so fucking sexy.
                        “You’re annoying.” She mirrored him. She whipped her silky legs in front of her, straddling him. She planted her feet on the ground, knees bent in a squat. She grinned devilishly. She’d show him how he’d lose without saying a word. Sakura moaned as she lifted herself off of his cock and slammed herself down against him. He grunted loudly. He cursed, this position was amazing. Seriously where did she learn this? He’d have to confront her about it later as she repeated the action over and over skin clinging to skin as sweat dampened their pubic hairs.
            “Aah…Sasuke-kun…m-my…” she shied from saying such an obscene word, but tried it anyway, “p-pussy is eating you up….” She felt a whip of renewed arousal. That word, though filthy and demeaning, managed to turn her on wonderfully.

            Sasuke watched openly as her pussy was gobbling up his stiff cock. It was fantastic. She rode him, her small breasts bouncing which each of her squats. He managed to hit her g-spot by her movements and he gasped as her walls tried to keep a tight hold on him.

            “I’m taking over….S-Sasuke-kun. You want to come, don’t you…” Her vixen persona combined with her true self. A strange wavering confidence managed to excite him more than she imagined. “Oh…god…your cock it’s so good. I’m riding you Sasuke-kun. Oh…my…it’s so good, am I tight Sasuke-kun? Am I tight?” She squeezed him as he nodded in response.

            “Annnnghh…I love you so much, Sasuke-kun. This is so good. Oh…Ohhh….” She groaned feeling that coil again. It wanted to snap. Sasuke hasn’t come yet, she couldn’t fail! She couldn’t talk dirty as well as he did. She hurried her actions, slamming onto him, gyrating her hips earning shaky gasps. He returned her thrusts with his own, his manhood twitching insistently inside. He was close. He was almost. He was there. He was right there---
            “F-F-Fuck…SAKURA!” He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, keeping her sweaty body still as she met her end. They cried out in sync, muscles tense and unmoving as he spilled his entire seed deep within her womb. She fell over him in a heap breathing hard and worn out. He carefully, dragged his arms around her naked form, holding her to him. His breaths blew back tendrils of her pink hair away from his face.
            Sasuke and Sakura lay there and she rested her lips against his neck. She pressed open mouth kisses to the base of his throat, she felt him soften and slip out of her, streams of his fluids trailing after it. She smiled, stretching her arms like a contented kitten. Sasuke nuzzled her hair with his nose.
            Did what happen, actually happen? She felt Sasuke flex his arms against her and her heart sang hearing Sasuke inhaling the scent in her hair. She intended to kiss him during this spar, but this was better than expected. She looked at him—something was still amiss.
            “Where did you learn that?”

            Both spoke at the same time. Both blinked at the same time.

            “What…?” Sakura questioned.

            Sasuke eyed down at her with his mouth set in a straight line.

            “That’s not fair, Sasuke-kun…I already told you I’m a vir—was a virgin! I wouldn’t lie about that!” She huffed. His expression was soft and he reached around to cup her cheek in his palm. He caressed the skin there, slightly slick with her sweat.

            “Hn…”

            She frowned. She chose her words very carefully as to not disturb the after-glow of sex.

            “Wh-what about you…”

            “You.”

            Sakura endeared him with such an adorable look of surprise.

            “I dreamt about you.”

            She blinked.

            “You were always in my dreams. Touching me. Teasing me.”

            Her lips parted in confusion.

            “You became a goal for me. I needed to take what was mine.”

            Her jaw shut with a snap. “I’m not an object, Sasuke-kun.”

            “Never said you were.”

            Sakura blushed. She, honest-to-goodness blushed like a virgin.

            “Don’t talk about me as such!” She shyly demanded.

            He smirked handsomely. “Annoying.”

            “E-Eh…?” She was uncertain. Was she offended?

            Deftly Sasuke trailed his fingertips along down her spine sending shivers in its wake.

            “Don’t be annoying. Lady Uchiha is never an object, she is the ideal of all Uchiha women.”

            Sakura bit back a “what-the-fuck-does-that-have-to-do-with-me,” instead it came out as “say that again?”
            Sasuke glowered at the pink kunoichi below him. “Really.”

            “I didn’t…get that…was that a secret Uchiha…lesson…with sex or something?”

            Sakura was sincere. She didn’t get it.

            He grumbled, his face heated up. Even with all of their activities, this was more intense.
            “I want…you to be…Uchiha.”

            Bug-eyes. She got it now.

            “I want you to take my name. I want you to be with me.”

            Sakura’s face tingled. Tingled. Reddened. Heated.

            “Do…you accept?”

            Sakura pushed up off of him, mouth gaping. Her squeal broke the silence.

            “Oh, Sasuke-kun, you deserve a rematch!”

            She pounced on him, raining kisses all over his body.
            Sasuke’s spars with Naruto had nothing on his spar with Sakura.
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