"Shh," he teased; smirk in place. "Otherwise someone will hear you."
Sakura's bachelorette party turns steamy.
A modern sasusaku AU smutty snippet. A war-torn veteran Sasuke Uchiha and his bride-to-be, doctor Sakura Haruno.
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It was around midafternoon on a Saturday in late June and the sun was shining while the birds were singing a cheerful tune as the temperatures remained around mid-seventies; a perfectly acceptable weekend day, and a harsh contrast to the more 'adult-related' activities currently transpiring in Sakura and her husband-to-be's home. Penthouse rather, on the utmost floor of the best apartment complex money could afford.
She felt blessed.
And she was happy.
Sakura was taking a sip of her wine and giggling with her friends when her phone went off... indicating an incoming message. Ino looked at her with a slightly lifted brow and frowned. "If that's Sasuke, tell him you're busy! He'll have you all to himself on the honeymoon next week!!!" Sakura waved her hands dismissively and dramatically rolled her emerald eyes before reaching into the back pocket of her ripped blue jeans. She smiled when his name appeared on her screen with little hearts next to it. She would be lying if she said she wasn't smitten with the youngest Uchiha heir.
Their relationship had progressed relatively slowly (at least in her eyes it had...but Ino would continuously argue to the contrary); for Sasuke had become her acquaintance first... and that lasted all of two years...then they were friends for four, boyfriend and girlfriend for one, and finally fiancés for around three. Though they'd known each other a bit before starting a romantic relationship... their mutual attraction for one another had always been there and jealousy had been a massive problem for the both of them anytime they were somehow coaxed into going on a blind date; so much so that even their friends had started to notice it and began to comment on their behavior; with the girls insisting that they just fuck already, while the boys would wiggle there brows suggestively and tease on a regular basis.
They'd met when Sasuke had come home from overseas, needing extensive care after his arm had been blown off in an unexpectedly devastating IED incident; which killed off several of his fellow soldiers, and left many dismembered. He ended up being medically discharged from the forces shortly after that. Sakura had cared for him during this time and broke through his hard exterior and insecurities about his injuries, and slowly built a mutual trust... that ended in the two falling madly in love with each other.
She looked at her friends briefly, who didn't seem bothered or interested in what she was doing, before quickly swiping across the screen to open the new text message. It said:
Meet me in the bedroom.
Her brows knitted together in confusion before she quickly typed a response back to him.
I thought you left already? Ino said Sai and the others took you out for your bachelor party and you wouldn't be back until late. Something about going out of town or whatever?
Sasuke's response was instantaneous and she bit at her bottom lip to try and hide a smile. He must've been waiting for her reply. It caused her heart to quicken slightly in pure delight.
I left them at the bar. Now, come here.
She followed up his request with:
I can't just leave the party, Sasuke!!! Ino will notice I'm gone. She apparently has a surprise for me soon... I'm kind of worried what that surprise might be though... I don't want a stripper lol
The pink-haired sat back on the couch and nibbled at her bottom lip a bit more with a mix of anxious and anticipatory energy causing her heart beat to quicken. She reached for her beer glass and took a long sip while she waited for her fiancé to respond. Finally it came.
Don't make me come and get you, Sakura.
Sakura's heart was practically beating out of her chest at this point, as vivid images of what punishment she would receive (and what he would do to her if he had to come get her) came to mind. She wouldn't mind, if she didn't have to explain to the others why her fiancé was still here; that and the complete embarrassment of them knowing what would be transpiring between the two in just a few short minutes, was enough to keep her tongue still... and get her body on the move.
With one final glance, she silently rose from her seat and quickly slipped out of the room.
As soon as she'd entered their bedroom and shut the door, he pounced on her, claiming her lips and very breath as he pulled her tight against him with his lone hand. Arching her body firmly against his, she let out a breathy and feminine sigh while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling away, she gasped for air. "Wait... h-how did you get in h—"
"I've got my ways," he mumbled against her mouth as he pulled her back in for another kiss, pushing her backwards with his body by walking into her space; all the while using his only hand to push on her lower back in an effort to help guide her in the right direction. Towards their bed.
The pinkette pulled away slightly with another gasp for air and his lips immediately latched onto the exposed column of her throat. Her eyes rolled back and she was panting as both of her hands began to tangle between thick locks that contrasted beautifully with her pale, creamy skin. "B-but—"
"The fire-escape," he groaned when she bumped into the mattress... the backs of her knees buckling, causing them both to topple over; his body weight coming to rest on top of her smaller frame. She arched into him when his fingers came around to gently pull on the first few buttons of her blouse, before shifting lower; her own hands trailing down his chest to ease his shirttail out from the hem of his pants. His lips moved down to the exposed skin on her chest and he used his tongue to tease her there as he explored with his fingers.
When her fingertips came into contact with his bare skin, she felt his abs involuntarily clench beneath them. Sakura almost smirked, but then felt his fingers tugging her pants downward and gasped when he easily jerked them further before flinging them to the side once they were fully pulled off. His hand slowly eased its way into her soaked panties before his middle finger brushed teasingly against her clit, sliding its way ever so leisurely between her dripping folds.
Sakura groaned low and arched further as he pulled away from her chest to examine her reaction. He eased a finger into her tight cunt...then another and another until she was stuffed with three; the forth rubbing slow circles across her sensitive nub, while the fifth hung free. Her eyes remained tightly closed and she bit at her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle her moans. But on one particularly sensual brush of his fingertips as they curved up slightly, she let out a shaky and desperate moan; the high-pitched sound much louder than she'd originally intended for it to be.
'Did anyone hear that? Fuck. God I hope not.'
"Shh," he teased; smirk in place. "Otherwise someone will hear you." If her eyes were opened, she surely would have rolled them, but as it were she was still too preoccupied by her own pleasure to actually care about his cocky remarks. Sakura slid her hands across his arms and rested them on his biceps; squeezing them; sharp nails biting into his flesh causing him to hiss and increase his efforts to get her off.
It didn't take very long.
It never did.
Sakura was on her back and panting in seconds, her arms lying next to her head as she tried to catch her breath. His fingers were soaking wet from her cum as he gently pulled them out of her, before slipping them past his lips to taste. It used to cause her extreme embarrassment, but now... it was a huge turn on. His lover eyed him closely as his own narrowed into heated slits, his lips tugging up slightly as he looked down on his handiwork.
He was prideful.
He was proud.
And he had to be taken down a notch.
With a smirk of her own, she reached up to wrap her arms around his back...using her strength to swiftly flip him onto his back, straddling his hips while she looked down at him; placing both of her hands on his chest and leaning forward to whisper softly against his lips; quickly forgetting that she was missing out on her bachelorette party and not mindful of the many guests just a few feet away in the living room.
"Now," she purred, raking her nails down his chest. "It's my turn."