Dirty
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,372
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dirty
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It was difficult enough getting Sasuke to let her take him in her mouth.
They had always done sex the traditional, face to face, him on top, standard way and it was good but Sakura was a young kunoichi, and adventurous, and really really tired of listening to Ino tell stories about the sordid positions she tried out on her newest boyfriend while she sat quietly beside her and explained that she only recently got Sasuke to let her have the lights on when they made love.
So tasting Sasuke—going down on him—was quite an exceptional feat of persuasion, although Sakura didn’t give him much choice when she forced him up against the wall and dove between his legs like a hawk going for easy prey.
Sasuke barely had time to yelp before she had his pants open and his cock in her mouth, licking enthusiastically up the sides and suckling the engorged head. His hands flexed against her scalp a few times, but with her teeth so close to his sensitive bits, it appeared that he would rather go along with it then risk a bite.
And besides which, from the way his hot flesh pulsed and hardened between her lips, she could tell he wasn’t totally objecting to the situation. She slid her mouth down around him until her throat was sore and her lips swollen and red.
His hips tensed in her hands. She got an idea.
Giving one last hard suck, she pulled back just as he started to come, catching the long sticky ropes on her cheeks and chin. Licking her lips with a satisfied smile, she stood up.
Sasuke shuddered and breathed heavily, reaching out a hand to brush at the mess covering Sakura’s face with a frown. She moved out of reach and his frown turned to a look of sulky anxiety, as if he was worried that she would start yelling at him any second.
Sakura gave him a reassuring smile and wiped her hand over her cheek, sucking the come-covered fingers clean, tasting Sasuke all over again.
“Don’t worry,” she said, stepping closer. “I wanted that. You don’t soil me, you know. I want to be…dirty with you.”
“Is that so…” Sasuke muttered, but his nervousness was gone and a suggestive smirk took its place. He wrapped a hand around Sakura’s waist, pulling her into his chest. “What about getting clean with me? Want me to run a shower?”
She kissed him and laughed when he made a face at the taste of himself on her lips.
“Sounds great,” she whispered. “As long as we can get dirty together again afterwards.”
And then it was a race to the bathroom and into the shower, which Sasuke claimed he won due to the fact that his clothes were partially off anyway. Sakura let him gloat, because it only made it that much easier to pin him against the tile and make him soap down her body later on.
Personally, she thought they both won.
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fin.
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It was difficult enough getting Sasuke to let her take him in her mouth.
They had always done sex the traditional, face to face, him on top, standard way and it was good but Sakura was a young kunoichi, and adventurous, and really really tired of listening to Ino tell stories about the sordid positions she tried out on her newest boyfriend while she sat quietly beside her and explained that she only recently got Sasuke to let her have the lights on when they made love.
So tasting Sasuke—going down on him—was quite an exceptional feat of persuasion, although Sakura didn’t give him much choice when she forced him up against the wall and dove between his legs like a hawk going for easy prey.
Sasuke barely had time to yelp before she had his pants open and his cock in her mouth, licking enthusiastically up the sides and suckling the engorged head. His hands flexed against her scalp a few times, but with her teeth so close to his sensitive bits, it appeared that he would rather go along with it then risk a bite.
And besides which, from the way his hot flesh pulsed and hardened between her lips, she could tell he wasn’t totally objecting to the situation. She slid her mouth down around him until her throat was sore and her lips swollen and red.
His hips tensed in her hands. She got an idea.
Giving one last hard suck, she pulled back just as he started to come, catching the long sticky ropes on her cheeks and chin. Licking her lips with a satisfied smile, she stood up.
Sasuke shuddered and breathed heavily, reaching out a hand to brush at the mess covering Sakura’s face with a frown. She moved out of reach and his frown turned to a look of sulky anxiety, as if he was worried that she would start yelling at him any second.
Sakura gave him a reassuring smile and wiped her hand over her cheek, sucking the come-covered fingers clean, tasting Sasuke all over again.
“Don’t worry,” she said, stepping closer. “I wanted that. You don’t soil me, you know. I want to be…dirty with you.”
“Is that so…” Sasuke muttered, but his nervousness was gone and a suggestive smirk took its place. He wrapped a hand around Sakura’s waist, pulling her into his chest. “What about getting clean with me? Want me to run a shower?”
She kissed him and laughed when he made a face at the taste of himself on her lips.
“Sounds great,” she whispered. “As long as we can get dirty together again afterwards.”
And then it was a race to the bathroom and into the shower, which Sasuke claimed he won due to the fact that his clothes were partially off anyway. Sakura let him gloat, because it only made it that much easier to pin him against the tile and make him soap down her body later on.
Personally, she thought they both won.
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fin.
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