Naruto Kinks

Sasu/Saku: Shower sex

Sasuke hears the door to the bathroom creak open even under the thunder of the shower head. He's been standing and soaking long enough to feel dizzy but he calls out in annoyance, “You'll just have to wait, dead last,” anyway.

When instead of a loud and boisterous complaint, he's met with the single click of a lock sliding into place, he opens his eyes. Slender, pale fingers brush the shower curtain aside and a very naked Sakura steps into the tub. Suddenly, the water feels hotter.

“Sakura.”

It's meant as a warning, but his curvy teammate takes no notice. When she reaches for his side, he grabs her wrist and she answers, “When I said I was going to check your stitches, I meant it.”

Her green eyes narrow in a determined gaze; she doesn't even make a move to cover herself. It might be the temperature of the shower or the ache of his muscles but he finds himself shrugging, giving in. She steps closer as he releases his hold on her wrist, eases into the scalding spray of water and gingerly runs her fingers along the taut skin of his abdomen. The stitches are low, close to his groin but she takes her time getting there.

He's not sure if he's grateful or tormented. Surely, she knows the effect she holds over him even if he's determined not to admit it. “They're fine,” he says.

“Mm,” she hums thoughtfully, concentrating on her work, the tiniest glint of green chakra causing his skin to tingle.

He sways a little—from the heat, dammit—and reaches up to grip the shower curtain.

“Tender?” she asks, glancing up in concern.

“Yeah,” he croaks out, uncomfortable with the realization that he's slowly becoming aroused. “I'm getting out now.”

Sakura steps closer, nearly presses against the length of him, and the water runs down the front of her in thick streams. It trickles down the valley of her breasts, heat pooling between her thighs. “Hand me the soap, will you?”

If she thinks he's going to just grab her and ravish her on the spot, she's got another thing coming. He reaches for the soap and twists it in his hands, determined to prove his self-control. Sakura quirks an eyebrow at his action (though the expression is ruined by the slight upturn to her lips) so he turns her around and starts working the lather into her shoulders from behind.

Once she begs, once she cries, Please, Sasuke-kun, he'll leave her.

He slips his soap-covered hands across the front of her, purposely grazing her breasts before he draws her back against the front of him to let the shower stream wash her clean. She shifts her hips, rubbing against his semi-hard cock and he pushes her forward roughly. She throws her hands out to brace against the wall, bent over and dazed from the sudden movement.

She moans as his hands cup the supple curve of her backside, slowly rubbing circles with his palms over her ass-cheeks and he thinks, Now, now she will plead, but instead she breathes, “Don't use soap there.”

He doesn't need to ask where because he knows as well as she does, the area he's been eying. He thinks about denying her (and himself?) the pleasure of making his next move but instead drops the soap with a muted thud and rinses his hands clean. Her legs are trembling slightly and he hasn't even begun.

He smirks to himself and works his middle finger back and forth between her lips. Irritatingly, he finds her dry even though by now he's already at full mast. It's not that he's impatient to fuck her, but she should be more affected by his attention, really.

He tilts the shower head to the side and drops to his knees, gripping a thigh with each hand. If she's not primed and willing yet, he knows a sure-fire way to fix that.

She rocks forward upon the first lick, biting back a moan as he slips his tongue inside and laps at her opening. He kisses her there like he's never allowed himself when it comes to her mouth, tasting and sucking and rolling his tongue against her skin. He slips down to suckle at her clit and when she jerks against his mouth, he knows she's ready.

The Sharingan activates as he stands, grabs her by the hips, and he has to swallow it back, forcibly shut his eyes until the technique dissipates. He concentrates on keeping it at bay; he wants to see her as flesh and blood and Sakura as he takes her from behind.

“Hurry,” she chokes, and he forces his way in with a single thrust, buried half-way before he meets strong resistance.

He grunts as he fights his way inside; it takes another type of concentration just to keep from emptying himself at the sensation, but he'll be damned if he can't last and gives her something to complain about. He's sure Naruto doesn't have this issue, the stamina freak, and the thought is enough to give him room to start pumping in and out of her, bumping her against the back tile.

She grinds her hips against him, and he pulls her up by her hair, forcing her to arch her back as she twists against him and cries out.

“Sasuke-kun.”

Finally, she's said it, and he feels her muscles clench around him as she claws at his arms. She's beginning to melt back against him when he reaches his own peak with a final quick jerk, and he surprises himself by supporting her weight, cradling her against him as he sinks to his knees in the tub. He doesn't say anything but lets his head rest on her shoulder, gasping quietly against her skin.

She's quiet as she re-soaps and rinses clean, stepping out into the bathroom before draping a towel loosely around her body.

He looks up when she pops the lock to the door and opening it says, “In a few hours I'll need to re-check your wound.”

He nods his acceptance, but she doesn't look back as she disappears into the hallway, shutting the door firmly behind her.