Try Something New

AN: This is a one-shot. It runs along with the world of 'The Nara Oath' but can stand on its own. I hope you like it. R&R Onegai Shimasu!


Try Something New


Using her brute strength, Sakura threw open the door and barrelled down on the confused man inside. She shoved a hand into his chest, using only a fraction of the power that she controlled. It was still enough to knock him backwards, wind-milling until he fell back on the bed.

“Sakura-chan?” Lee asked, his confusion intensifying as his girlfriend climbed atop and grabbed fistfuls of his green shirt. She didn’t have to put much effort to tear it asunder, the material gave with a loud tear and bared perfectly chiselled abs. She pinned him down with a hand on his naked chest, bruising his flesh with the strength it took to keep him there.

Her face was expressionless as she dipped her head, nipping at the side of his neck before biting down hard. He gasped, feeling an odd mixture of pain and pleasure in her rough, uncharacteristic behaviour. Looking down, he gaped at her as her green eyes flashed while her mouth and teeth raked over his chest to bit down on his nipple. “Sakura!” he gasped, his hands reaching out to grab her head and keep her from going lower.

She slapped his hand away and slithered down the length of his taut body, her breasts framing his half-mast erection snugly. Her tongue followed the smooth lines of his torso; kissing and nipping alternatively as she slithered down to meet the rapidly growling bulge in his tight pants. With a grin, she caught the elastic-like waistline of his pants with her teeth and pulled it down, baring inch by precious inch of his twitching length. He bit his lip to keep from moaning as the cool air met throbbing, hot skin. Still confused about her aggressiveness, Lee touched the side of her face to get her attention. Slapping his hand away again, he was shocked by how violent she had become the moment she had walked in the door. This wasn’t his Sakura! He thought as the warm body that was resting between his powerful thighs moved sinuously over him.

Shocked, Lee realized that she had taken off her hitai-ate and was tying each end around his wrists. Before he could move, she had the middle of the band pinned against the wall with a firmly embedded kunai. He could have easily broken out of the restraint until he felt the unfamiliar itch of chakra run from the palm of her hand across his skin. His limbs suddenly felt heavy and weak at the same time. He found himself unable to break the restraint.

“What are you doing, Sakura-chan?” He asked, a little scared now that he had been rendered helpless and in her attention. He trusted her implicitly but her actions since bursting through the door had proven to him that she was perhaps possessed or under the powerful trance of an enemy’s jutsu. She was planning on torturing him! His wild imagination screeched frantically through his brain, causing him to struggle anew.

While he was trying to break from the infallible bindings that she had set in place, Sakura straddled his right leg and yanked down his pants the rest of the way. Strangely enough, he had stayed hard while she had bound his wrists. With a leering grin, she dipped her head and ran her tongue from the stem to the end of his shaft. Tasting the faint thread of precum, she found herself spurred on by this. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she ran her lips across the head and felt his body twitch beneath her. “Wh-what’s going on?” He managed to stutter out but got no further when she opened her mouth and slid him into her mouth. Her eyes teared slightly when the tip of his erection touched the back of her throat. It took an exquisite amount of control to keep from gagging, but she was successful and was awarded by a throaty groan from her boyfriend.

She found herself turned on by his reaction and her own brash behaviour. Grinding herself into the flexing muscle of his thigh, her lips tightened minutely over his length as small jolts of pleasure sprinkled across her skin. Releasing inch by succulent inch, she swirled her tongue across his velvety skin before dipping down again. While she sucked and licked, her fingers gently kneaded at the delicate sacs. He hummed softly, his eyes closing as she worked over him with a thorough precision that she was renowned as a medic-nin for.

“Sa-sakura!” he cried, his hips rocking up to meet her eager, hot mouth. He was no longer afraid of infiltration via his girlfriend. He no longer really feared for hers—and ultimately his own—safety as his climax came hurtling towards him.

Suddenly, the mouth was gone and he opened his eyes to watch Sakura inch up his body. She flipped up her skirt, revealing a lack of panties. He then was aware of the damp material on his leg where she had been grinding herself into. He could smell her, musky and heavy in the air, mixing with the tang of his own sweat and cum. “Let me make love to you, Sakura-chan!” He said passionately.

She placed one hand over his mouth while the other went to the base of his engorged length. With a devilish grin, she placed its head at her weeping entrance and whispered, “No. Let’s fuck.” And with that, she slammed home and filled herself with him to the hilt. Throwing back her head, she let out a throaty yell as the heat radiated from between her legs to the put of her stomach and spread across her legs. Penetration completely, Sakura banked on her limitless strength to keep her going.

Sakura rocked her hips forward and arched her body so that her clothed breasts could drape over his naked chest. Her hand still clamped over his mouth, she reached out and grabbed at the sheet beside his head. Her muscles constricted around his pulsating length before she lifted herself up and let him glide out of her until only the head remained inside. The pace was punishing but she kept it up, slamming into him again and again. The muscles in her thighs seem to strain and burn as she lifted herself up and drove herself downward on his shaft. “Fuck, yes!” She yelled, the sensation becoming almost too much to bear.

Far too enthralled by the siren above him, grinding and rocking into him, Lee was rapidly approaching his own climax. Gritting his teeth, he fought furiously against disobedient muscles and his makeshift bindings. She didn’t realize when he had managed to work himself free until hands wrapped around her working hips and flipped her onto her back. Hooking her knees around his elbows, Lee grit his teeth as he maintained the punishing rhythm she had set. Their moans escalated to yells of pleasure while the feelings intensified. One of Sakura’s hands had tangled itself tightly in his hair while the other gripped tightly at the flexing and bunching muscles of his back. “Harder!” She screamed as the fire seemed to erupt across her stomach.

He obeyed and pounded into her with all the force and will he could muster. Worry about damaging her delicate body was driven out of his mind as his own release seemed to crash over him. He bent down and latched his mouth on the pulse of her throat. He sucked greedily at her succulent flesh before biting down. Lee moaned against her throat as he came hard, his entire body clenching as it rode across his spine. She cried out then, and he became aware of the state of her own orgasm. Mustering up the will for one last thrust, he felt her hot sheath clench around him, milking the last of his pleasure. She screamed then, a loud, shrilly sound that he had never heard her utter before. Sakura slumped back on the pillows, her muscles giving out. He collapsed on top of her, too tired to be concerned with her wellbeing but her arms wrapped tightly around his body told him that she didn’t mind his weight at all.

“S-sakura.” He moaned softly, nuzzling the sweat slicked flesh their sex had managed to bare when her shirt rode up her torso. He kissed her quivering belly, his calloused hands running across her thighs and cupping her butt. Resting his head against her breast, he listened to the frantic lub-dub of her heart.

“That’s what I wanted.” She said softly, happily as her fingers idly played with his ruined hairdo.

His eyes opened and he regarded her with a sleepy seriousness before asking, “You wanted it rough like that, Sakura?”

“I won’t break, Lee.” Despite her already flushed state, Sakura managed to turn a shade deeper in her embarrassment. Gruffly, she muttered, “You know… a little variety is fine with me.”

He stared at her, a little perplexed. His Sakura… his delicate flower wanted other things besides what he had been giving her? She had never come to him before with a request like this. Not even a ‘move to the right a bit’ or ‘harder’. He smiled and kissed her lips, which were bruised from her incessant gnawing—a habit she realized she had when she was either thinking too hard or enjoying sex. “Fine, we will try more things then.” Somehow, he felt about as relieved as she looked at that moment.

“Really?” She asked, hugging his shoulders.

“Yes.” His arms seemed far too heavy for him to lift, having expended the last of his strength in the throes of his orgasm. “Now can you release the jutsu on my arms, Sakura?”

She giggled, “Sorry Lee.”

FIN

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