Make Me Forget

Make Me Forget by Hestia

Disclaimer: Just a fan fic, I own nothing, all honor and greatness go to Masashi Kishimoto! I bow before the great MK and ask his forgiveness.

Note: This was written in response to a challenge to write a great Naruto/Sakura lemon.

Warning--Minor Manga Spoiler to 318? (could be a few chapters earlier), graphic sex, language

Author Note: I cleaned up some grammar errors and took out some of the "pussy."

Make Me Forget by Hestia

Chapter 1: The Beginning

They’d lost a genin today. There just hadn’t been enough left by the tigers to save. Of course people died during the chuunin exam, but it was hard to be the one to have to try to save the boy, hard to have to tell his jounin sensei, teammates, and family. It was a whole month until the last part of the exams, a whole month to brace before more genin deaths might occur just for the chance to advance as ninjas. Sakura sat alone in her apartment kitchen drinking sake and feeling bitter and guilty.

The boy that had died had been dark-haired. It had reminded her of how close Sasuke had come to dying during Team 7’s chuunin exam. She had found herself today wishing that Sasuke had died during the chuunin exam, not this boy who had so many family and friends. It was enraging that all the pain and effort so many had put into saving and helping Sasuke had been for nothing and, in fact, had brought more pain, more violence. Loving Sasuke was the way to a broken heart and sorrow. Thank god, she didn’t love Sasuke anymore. In fact, she was starting to hate him because she couldn’t escape the consequences of her first crush. She had begged Naruto to bring Sasuke back to her, and he wouldn’t let it go. She’d been trying to get Naruto to stop chasing after Sasuke for her, to let him see that Sasuke wasn’t the man she wanted, the man she fantasized about.

But Naruto, of course, was Naruto. And subtlety and tact didn’t work with Naruto. And it was just too humiliating to walk up to him and say, “Hey Naruto, the only guy I want you to bring home for me is you.” Actually that wouldn’t be enough, either. She’d have to go further and say something like, “Hey, Naruto, the only guy I want in my home and bed is you.” Sakura thought about Naruto some more, no, she could pick `em. Naruto was as dense as a rock—he could even turn that kind of speech into some guilt trip over his failure to bring home her “eternal” love Sasuke. If she was ever going to get Naruto into her bed, she’d basically have to tell him to strip and fuck her. And if he rejected her, it would just be too, too awful—and it would be exactly what she deserved for having treated him like dirt for years.

Sakura poured more sake into herself and thought about if she’d dare try to seduce Naruto. Inner Sakura had been screaming at her for months to fuck that hot piece of ass good and hard, to just grab him and grope him and hope he would figure out that she’d like some of that Naruto energy spent on her. Sakura blushed. Inner Sakura had a lot of fantasies about Naruto, and a lot them involved Naruto and his clones, oh, and his stamina and his ability to heal, too.

Inner Sakura woke up, “Yea, Sakura, get him over here in this kitchen now. You can lay on this kitchen table naked and have a circle of Naruto clones around you, touching you, licking you, giving it to you . . .” Sakura tried to shut down the flood of erotic images Inner Sakura seemed determined to dwell on. Ever since Naruto had started training with Kakashi using clones, it had been harder to suppress her feelings for him. For one thing, often Naruto’s clones didn’t bother with shirts. And then there would be so many of them, there was always something good to look at no matter which way you looked. His upper arms were looking so sculpted, so muscled, so lickable, so deliciously biteable, so powerful. And his power, his chakra—she’d always been attracted to the strong ones, the warriors, the deadly ones.

When Sai had joined Kakashi’s team, Sakura had realized how far she’d come from the little pink-haired girl that loved Sasuke. Sai was another Sasuke, an emotionally-scarred asshole, deadly, beautiful, and socially stupid. How dare he make fun of Naruto! She felt bad for Sai, but he pissed her off. His treatment of Naruto pissed her off even more—because it made her realize that she wanted to be the only one criticizing Naruto. Even worse, Sakura feared Sai wanted Naruto as much as she did, and she was terrified that maybe Naruto could love Sai a lot more than he could herself.

Inner Sakura said, “There, admit it, that’s why you won’t even try to tell Naruto about all your feelings—you don’t want to take the risk of finding out he’s gay. You’re a wuss!”

“Yup, I’m a wuss,” said Sakura aloud to her empty kitchen.

“Hell, he probably give you a mercy fuck anyway—go for it!” said Inner Sakura.

“Oh, and that would make for a happy memory, wouldn’t it?” said Sakura sarcastically. “At least he likes me now and respects me! I can’t risk that he’ll humiliate me!”

“Can’t, can’t, can’t, little scared cat!” mocked Inner Sakura.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” snapped Sakura, and then gasped as suddenly Naruto appeared, kunai in hand, looking worried, perching on her window sill. “Naruto! What!”

Naruto jumped down into the kitchen and looked around. He seemed surprised to see no threats, and put away his kunai looking a bit embarrassed, “Sorry, Sakura, I was in the area, and I just thought I heard you tell someone to stop, so I, uh,” Naruto put his hand up behind his head, like he always did when he was trying to think of something to say to explain himself. He looked adorable. His blue eyes were so stunningly blue, and his hair so ruffled and messy. `Ohhh! Kiss him!’ squealed Inner Sakura in her mind.

Sakura found herself grinning at Naruto. “You look good,” sort of popped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

Naruto immediately beamed at her, “Eh, Sakura-chan, you think so? Yeah, my training is really paying off! I’m getting stronger every day!” Naruto began flexing his arm muscles for her.

Sakura felt like she’d just taken a punch from Tsunade. She couldn’t focus on his words, and she was too busy trying to keep herself from assaulting Naruto. A sudden very short muscle spasm shook her body, the sort she had when she masturbated and was getting close to orgasm. Her vagina contracted and released as her eyes followed the flexing and moving of Naruto’s arms, the short sleeves of his white t-shirt rising up and tightening around those strong, powerful arms.

“Sakura-chan, Sakura-chan, are you ok?” Naruto was asking, now right next to her chair, kneeling beside her, that face close to hers. “I heard about what happened today at the hospital. What can I do? How can I help?”

“Fuck me so I can’t think about anything but you,” whispered Sakura and Inner Sakura together.

Naruto’s mouth opened in shock, and he fell back on his ass on the kitchen floor. He looked terrified. It was just as awful and humiliating as she had thought, and Sakura burst into tears and put her head down on the kitchen table and sobbed.

The sound of glass breaking made her stop crying and raise her head. Naruto was standing over by the cupboard with a weird look on his face. At his feet lay a broken vodka bottle, a bottle that had been at least a third full when Sakura had last looked at it. There didn’t seem to be any liquid on the floor with the glass. Sakura’s mouth dropped open, and hope flooded her. Naruto suddenly pulled off his t-shirt. Sakura gasped and licked her lips with her tongue. Her pussy woke up and twitched, and her nipples hardened. Naruto walked the few feet from the counter to her chair. His hand reached out and grasped the corner of the kitchen table and sent it flying back from her.

Naruto moved so he was right where the table had been, in front of her. All of Sakura was panting now, chest rising and falling rapidly. Naruto’s nipples were hard, Sakura registered, he was beautiful, so beautiful. When had he become this beautiful? How had she ever thought him ugly, plain? `Just touch me, just kiss me, ‘she silently urged him, `I don’t care if it is out of pity, just give me a little.’ She couldn’t say these words aloud, but saying them in her mind felt so good.

And then Naruto pulled her body up against his, and their lips met. The kiss immediately went out of control, tongues twisting out, sucking, flirting, swirling, dancing, fucking. Sakura’s hands were finally doing what she had longed to do so many times, stroking down Naruto’s arms, caressing his naked back, sliding up his neck, thrusting into that thick, spiky blonde hair, pulling and tugging that glorious, magnificent mouth and tongue closer. Oh god, this could be her only time, her only chance to make love to Naruto, to lick him, to kiss him, to caress every bit of him. She had to lick those whiskers, lick that jaw, bite on that ear lobe, suck it, explore that ear with her tongue. Oh god Naruto was now biting her shoulder, kissing her neck.

“Please, Naruto, oh god,” she whispered in his ear, her voice odd, low and husky, her breathing still coming in little pants.

And Naruto picked her up and thrust her against the wall, spreading her legs to wrap around his waist, his mouth capturing her lips again, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth stopping her words with his kiss and his hard body pressing against her breasts and crotch. The feeling of Naruto’s cock against her crotch sent tremors through Sakura. She could feel herself contracting, her inner muscles straining, flexing, squeezing tight on nothing, separated from what she wanted by too many clothes. Her wet center was acting on instinct, straining to pull something not there in deeper and deeper. Her hands found their way to Naruto’s ass, squeezing, pulling him closer, so she could feel his hardness against her. Her hands grasped and groped, begging for what she was too embarrassed to ask for in words.

But Naruto was only rocking against her, his hands supporting her thighs, his mouth focused on hers. It was so much more than Sakura had ever thought she’d get, yet not enough, not enough. She tugged at the waistband of Naruto’s pants, trying to slide her hands between pants and skin, to feel those ass muscles, to grip them. She succeeded in getting one hand down his pants and let it squeeze and cup that asscheek. A tremor shook Naruto, and he pulled his head back from Sakura, his face full of disbelief and desire. Sakura brought her hand around to the front of Naruto’s pants and reached for his cock, stroking him through the fabric of his pants. Naruto’s eyes closed, his head tilted back, and he let out a moan.

Sakura felt herself clenching and shaking, and moved her hand up to try to slide it down the front of Naruto’s pants. She had to touch that penis, to feel it in her hand, skin on skin, to squeeze it and feel it pulse in her hand, proof she wasn’t the only one wanting, the only one needing, the only one longing.

But Naruto picked her up and began tearing at her clothes, carrying her to her bed. He dropped her on her back on the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes. Sakura sat up and pulled off what was left of her bra and shirt and threw them on the floor. She pulled at her underwear and skirt and wriggled them off. Naruto helped her pull them from around her ankles, and then was between her legs on the bed.

They were naked body to naked body, and Sakura reached down and pulled Naruto’s cock to her eager pussy. She was slick with her own arousal, her pussy lips full of blood, puffy, pushed out, needy. Naruto thrust into her, and her eager muscles clamped on to him, squeezing up and down his length, trying to pull him inside deeper. Sakura just let herself say those words that most lovers say; she stopped worrying about anything, but letting Naruto know how good it felt, “Oh, god, yes, Naruto, oh yes, ohhh, oh please, ohhhhh.” She stopped to lick his chest, his shoulder. He thrust into her harder, driving deeper. A hand found her breast and began to explore, making her whimper with the desire to feel him focus on the nipple. Then his fingers found her nipple, as if he could read her mind, and pinched. She bucked up against him, arching her back, crying out her pleasure at his touch. He pulled out of her to slide down her body and put his lips to her nipple.

Her vagina protested his withdrawal, trying to hold him in, her hands tried to keep him inside her, but he was stronger. His mouth closed upon her, and she moaned, thrusting up her breast at him, her hands thrusting into his hair pulling his head against her body. He raised his head, pulling up from her breasts, and let his fingers caress her and flicker across her nipples, hard and sensitive, still damp from his tongue.

“Come back inside me, put it back inside me,” Sakura begged.

“Oh god, Sakura,” groaned Naruto, “let me try to make this last, let me look at you, let me touch you first.”

“Make a clone and do both,” said Sakura, “I need you in me now.”

“Holy god,” said Naruto kneeling up between Sakura’s legs and slamming back into her.
“Oh, yes, Naruto, yes, fuck me now, come in me now, please,” panted out Sakura, and Naruto set himself to stroking into her, hard and fast. His breathing intensified, and he was now pounding into her. Sakura could tell she was close, frantically trying to pull Naruto in tighter, to squeeze the cum out of him, now. And then he was cuming into her, crying out her name, filling her, shaking, and she was shattering around him, body now contracting and pulsing on its own, out of her control, the pleasure driving her mad, screaming out, “Naruto, Naruto, I love you, I love you.” Then she couldn't say anything, just contract and pant and quiver, feeling his warm sperm fill her. Naruto’s body collapsed on hers, crushing her, and her throat ached for liquid, suddenly needing liquid. She reached out, straining to find the bottle of water she kept on her night table.

“Water?” asked Naruto.

“Yes, please,” she croaked.

He rolled over with her, leaving himself on the bottom, and her straddling him, still impaled on his cock, now able to easily reach the water bottle. She eagerly uncapped it and guzzled down the water. Not all of it made it in her mouth. She felt Naruto’s fingers stroking her nipples, his hands cupping her breasts. She felt herself blushing. Suddenly she felt particularly whorish, sitting naked on Naruto’s now softening cock, his cum moving inside her, beginning to slide down with gravity to leak out over her lips. She was suddenly very conscious of her breasts being exposed to Naruto’s eyes, his hands. She shut her eyes tight and turned her head away, letting her pink hair fall down and cover her face, hiding it.

“Don’t want to look at me anymore?” asked Naruto in a low, husky voice.

“I’m embarrassed,” replied Sakura, still twisting her head away.

“Ok, then, you can lie face down this time,” said Naruto with a grin.