Warning: PWP = porn without plot, lemon, graphic smut, NSFW.

Don't read if you're under 18 or you don't wish to read this type of story.

The rest of you, please enjoy this very dirty story and have a happy SasuSaku month!

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Housework with Sasuke

Chapter 1

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"Shannaro!"

Sasuke's back hurt from the hard landing. There was ringing in his ears from that last attack that he was too slow to defend against. He stared up at Sakura who was straddling his waist with a chakra-loaded arm cocked and ready to punch. Her lips, red-tinted with lipstick, smirked at him triumphantly. The pink hair was mussed and curled prettily around her flushed face. He'd seen her like that before many times, but not on the training grounds. Sasuke felt a stirring in his pants at the utterly delectable sight of his wife.

"Do you yield? Sasu-ke-kun?" she asked with a twinkle in her green eyes.

That's when it hit him that he actually lost the spar.

"Hn."

She leaned in closer, one hand clasped loosely around his throat. His pulse thumped beneath her finely manicured fingers. She was hovering above his lips, teasing him. His nostrils flared when he caught the mixed scent of her sweat and her favourite perfume.

"Yes or no," she demanded. She could be particular like this when she wanted to make a point to him.

Sasuke grunted again. "Yes," he said, admitting defeat.

Sakura pecked him on the lips. The small kiss was too short for his liking, but felt very sweet. It made him crave for more.

She got off of him languidly and he found himself missing the slight weight of her on top of him. Sasuke got off the ground too.

"Let's go home, darling," Sakura said, acting very upbeat as she linked her arm with his. "There are so many things for us to do today," she said suggestively and giggled, batting her eyelashes.

Sasuke kept the straight face, but inside he was getting pretty excited. Their daughter was outside of the village for a few days with her team, so they had the house all to themselves... and they both wanted to take the full advantage of the fact.

"By the way, you seemed a bit off earlier," Sakura commented idly. "Did you see something distracting?" she asked with fake innocence.

Sasuke's gaze drifted down against his will, drawn in by the magnetic pull of the triangle of exposed skin on her midriff. This day was the first time he saw her in a casual outfit that showed off so much of her stomach and it proved a major distraction. During the spar he had a hard time concentrating on her moves when all he could think about was how much he wanted to touch her bared skin and lick all over her cute bellybutton. He had a sneaking suspicion she'd planned it this way, as he'd seen her new qipao-style tailcoat hanging on her side of the closet for longer than a week.

His wife was a cunning woman that exploited his weaknesses without hesitation, another quality of hers that turned him on.

"Darling?" Sakura called when he didn't answer to her question. Sasuke looked up from her stomach and was caught in her amused stare. "What were you thinking about?" she asked with a knowing look.

That I'd like to push you into that tree, kiss you senseless, pull out my cock and rub it on your soft stomach before I tear down your pants and take you from behind like an animal.

"Nothing," he replied.

She didn't believe him, but she let it go. "Well, I was just thinking about what I'll have you do when we get home," she said. "This will be so much fun." She licked her lips. If they still weren't in public, he'd have ravished them.

Or better yet, he'd have pushed her down to her knees and stuffed his cock in her little mouth, watching her red lips stretch around him and leave smears of lipstick all over his shaft as she sucked him down hungrily, her beautiful green eyes watering and pleading with him to come quickly, so she could swallow it all.

Sasuke blinked, banishing the fantasy from his mind before it made walking too difficult for him.

The loser of the spar had to obey every command of the winner for the rest of the day. Sasuke during his very long mission, with his right hand as the only way of sexual relief, had had the time to develop some very interesting ideas about what he wanted to do to Sakura. His loss meant that he was at the mercy of his lovely wife and he fully expected she'd like some pampering and cuddles before the main event. He stifled a disappointed sigh. It's not that he didn't enjoy going slow and tender with her, but their spar got him in a mood for some rough fucking.

Sakura pulled him along, getting impatient, and soon they returned home. Once the door was locked behind them, Sakura turned to him with a serious look.

"Sasuke-kun, will you do everything I ask you to do?" she inquired.

"Yes, that's the rule we agreed to."

"And you won't do anything I don't tell you to do?" she pressed.

"Yes."

"Good." Sakura nodded. "Strip."

He looked at her, taken aback by how forward she was. "Strip?" he asked.

"Yes, strip, undress. Just take off everything. You won't need clothes today."

This sounded like a promising beginning to him and nothing like what he'd expected of her, so Sasuke unzipped his vest and unbuttoned his shirt without complaint, then shrugged them off his broad shoulders carelessly. Sakura drank in the sight of his rippling torso with a delicate blush. He slid his hand down his stomach, directing her gaze to his toned abdomen and the trail of dark hair leading down to the hem of his pants. Sakura audibly gulped as he slowly undid the button and unzipped his slacks. They dropped to the floor in a puddle and he stepped out of them. Now he was only in his boxer briefs, which didn't hide the prominent bulge in the front. He wasn't even hard yet.

"More?" he asked coyly. He cupped himself and rubbed slowly.

Sakura gasped. "Sasuke-kun!" she scolded. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?"

"No," he said, but didn't stop his rubbing. Fuck, it felt too good when he did it in front of her hungry eyes.

She grabbed his hand and pulled it away. "We barely started and you're already breaking the rules. Do you want to get punished?" she asked icily.

"That depends on the punishment," he responded, unaffected by her empty threat. She wouldn't do anything. She liked what she'd seen.

Sakura surprised him by pinning him into the wall with her monster strength. She leaned closer to him, her hot breath caressing his ear and neck. A shiver went down his spine.

"How about I chain you to the bed and touch myself before your eyes... until you're completely hard but I won't let you touch yourself... then I tease you some more and always stop just before you come..." she whispered in his ear. As fast as a black mamba, her hand slithered into his underwear and grasped his balls, squeezing lightly. Sasuke drew a sharp intake of breath. "And then I tease you more... all night long but I don't let you come no matter how much you beg. Would you like that?"

He was rock hard and panting. Her soft healer's hand rolled his sensitive scrotum in her grasp and the knowledge that she could easily crush his balls if she wanted to, and then heal them so she could do it again, turned him on even more.

Uchiha Sasuke thrived on the danger.

"Sakura..." he said hoarsely.

"Do you want to come anytime tonight or not?" she asked and ground the heel of her palm against his erection.

"Yesss..." he hissed out, closing his eyes as he concentrated on not cumming this very moment. He had a hunch she wouldn't like it. And he didn't want it to happen too quickly.

"Then be good and obey the rules, Sasuke-kun," she told him and pulled her hand out of his boxer briefs. "Now, take that off. I want to see you naked."

He yanked down the underwear in a hurry and stepped out of it, before straightening out. He stood before her proudly, without any shame, nude and ready for action. His cock was standing at attention and pointing at her. Sakura tilted her head in consideration.

"Put on your slippers," she said and he complied, feeling puzzled at the strange request.

"Now I need you to vacuum the house," she told him.

"... What." He looked at her in disbelief. Was that her idea of a joke?

"You heard me. I want you to clean the house, naked," Sakura clarified.

"But-"

"Or is that too hard for you?" she asked with a challenge. "I can always do your punishment."

Sasuke mulled it over. "I'll clean," he said grumpily and marched to get the vacuum cleaner from the hallway closet. He wanted to have sex.

No, he wasn't pouting.

The next hour was bizarrely arousing to him as he fulfilled Sakura's request. She supervised him very closely, telling him to go this or that way, all the while her eyes roaming his bare flesh and memorizing every flex of muscles as he worked. She seemed the most pleased every time he had to bend over to slide the handle of the vacuum cleaner in the harder to reach places. She made sure to stand directly behind him when that happened. She also frequently stepped into his personal space, her clothed body brushing against his skin as she put her hands on his arms, hips or back and "corrected" his stance for the maximum cleaning efficiency. Those teasing touches were driving him crazy with need. His cock was throbbing painfully and he clenched his jaw stubbornly to keep from releasing a single sound.

What was even worse was that he caught her with a hand down her pants. She only smirked and continued the wrist motions as she watched him labour. Sasuke tried to avert his gaze, but he was too weak to resist the lure of his flushed pretty wife playing with her own pussy in the open. He watched her stroking herself, moaning softly through parted lush lips forming a little 'o' as she looked back at him with hooded, smoky eyes full of desire and he could do absolutely nothing to alleviate the building pressure in his groin. He held the vacuum cleaner's handle in a death grip to stop himself from going to her and doing something disobedient that she'd make him regret later. It was so unbelievably frustrating to him.

Sakura threw back her head and bit her lip as she shuddered in bliss. Her fingers finally stilled.

"Finish in the guest bedroom and then come to the bathroom," she ordered in a husky voice and left.

In his time alone, he calmed down a little and his erection flagged, though it didn't go down completely. After he put away the vacuum cleaner, his thoughts turned to the speculation about what she was planning to do in the bathroom.

"Sasuke-kun, will you wash my back?"

He smirked at the mental image of a blushing Sakura letting him lather her whole body, not just the back. Taking his hand and putting it on her full breasts, rounded with motherhood. He imagined tweaking her naughty nipples and listening to her sweet moans. Then she'd guide his hand between her legs and let him stroke her wet pussy a little until she'd mewl for his cock to fill her. And he would gladly put it in and fuck her senseless.

When he found a trail of shed clothes in the hallway, ending with a dirty pair of red panties, it gave him some hope that this scenario had a chance of becoming reality.

The bathroom door was ajar but he still knocked on the doorway.

"Come in!" Sakura called softly.

She was relaxing in the bathtub. Sadly, every part of her body below shoulders was submerged.

Sakura enjoyed the view of her naked, sweaty husband, standing there with a brick-red, hard python straining between his muscular thighs. She raised herself slightly out of the tub, ostensibly to pour more hot water over her head, and she let him catch a tantalizing glimpse of her milky breasts above the surface. He was devouring her with his eyes, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. The open desire he exuded sent a warm jolt to her abdomen. She smiled deviously.

"Sasuke-kun, could you get our dirty clothes and start the laundry?"

"Sakura," he growled. Uh-oh, he was getting fed up with her games and while she liked the predatory Sasuke banging her against any available flat surface, this wasn't what she had in mind for today. Time to use the carrot.

"Darling, please. If you do it, you'll get a nice reward," she tempted.

Sasuke glared, but relented. "It better be good," he said.

"Oh, it will," she muttered, watching his toned butt as he left to pick up their clothes.

Sakura got out of the bath and dried herself with a towel, which she securely wrapped around her body. She was going to tease Sasuke-kun a lot more before he got to see her completely naked.

She heard the washing machine start, then Sasuke returned so swiftly that he must have used the Shunshin jutsu. He was so eager that it made her feel even more sadistic.

"What's my reward?" he asked, his gaze jumping from her modest cleavage to the top of her thighs.

"Take off your slippers and sit here," she said, indicating the bathroom stool.

Sasuke kicked the slippers off and seated himself. She kneeled behind him and used the showerhead to wet his body, washing off his sweat. Then she took the shampooed his hair, massaging and kneading his head gently. Under her skilled medic's fingers, Sasuke's body relaxed and a soft moan of pleasure slipped out of his mouth. He didn't even realize that he did that, but she did—the sexy sound went straight to her coiled abdomen and fired her up.

Sakura rinsed the shampoo off. Next, she squirted a big dollop of the shower gel in her hands and began lathering his body, starting with those broad shoulders and going down his arms. Then she washed his back before leaning to his ear.

"Would you like me to wash your front too, Sasuke-kun?" she cooed.

He grunted and reached behind for her hand, which he put on his chest. Sakura's other hand went around him too. She methodically spread the gel all over his torso, enjoying the hard muscles under her palms. Sasuke hissed in pleasure when she circled his nipples teasingly. She rubbed them more firmly then and he groaned.

"Sakura..."

"Yes, darling?"

"Stop teasing," he tried to demand but she twisted his nipple and he moaned again.

"I'll think about it, dear." She chuckled and kissed his neck.

Her hands slid down to lather his washboard abs and then lower. She was getting dangerously close to his jutting member and his breath hitched in anticipation, but at the very last moment she slid her palms over his thighs. Then to torment him even more, she massaged his inner thighs, going up and up and to the creases of his groin.

"Sakura," he whimpered. Hearing her name said by him in such a desperate, heated tone sent a thrill through her body.

"Beg," she ordered him and nipped on his earlobe.

"Please..." he groaned, leaning back into her. "Sakura... touch me, please."

When at last her hands grasped his manhood, a deep groan rumbled out of his chest as he threw his head back from the pleasure and his legs fell wide apart. Her small dainty palms held his thick length together, forming a tight slick ring around it. It dragged down to the base slowly and back again, developing a steady, hard rhythm. His hips bucked and jerked into the touch as she pumped him and on almost every upward stroke her thumbs rubbed at his sensitive tip deliciously and traced the small slit.

"Fuck... So good... Sak-aaahh, Sakura, aahhh... F-Faster, uhnn..." He was panting and straining, as he tried to get her to speed up, but she didn't relent.

One hand reached down to fondle his balls, slathering them with soapy suds. His cock was throbbing harshly, the pulse getting stronger as the build-up tingled at the base of his spine.

Sakura squeezed him in both hands and went slower, making him go crazy with want.

"Don't! Don't stop," he gasped out and grasped her wrists.

"Sasuke-kun, do you want your reward?" Sakura purred in his ear as she swirled a caress around his cockhead.

"Yess..." he hissed. He closed his eyes in bliss.

"Do you want to come?"

"So close..." he grunted.

"If you come now, I won't let you come anywhere else on my body today," she said. "You should think about it—where would you rather come: on my hands or deep inside my wet pussy?"

If she didn't grip the base of his shaft in a constricting hold, he would have probably creamed himself right then and there just from the erotic image she conjured for him.

All of his muscles were knotted and taut from tension, his tortured manhood was angry red, twitching and leaking precum madly like a busted faucet. He wanted to come so badly, he needed it to stay sane, and yet... and yet...

A high pitched whine of utter frustration came out from his throat as he fought his body's instinct to get rid of the tension and just unload in this very instant with eyes squeezed shut.

… he wanted to pound his wife's tight cunt and shoot his come in her deepest parts even more.

"Do you want to come later, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura asked sweetly, just to make sure.

He nodded sharply.

"Let me help you. This must be very painful. I'll cool you down a bit," she murmured and he jolted when a spray of lukewarm water hit his thigh. She gently directed the stream on his overheated center, the water getting a bit colder. The lower temperature calmed down his erection and she turned the nozzle off when his hardness went away completely. Now his poor dick was just aching mutely from the lack of release.

"All better," she said brightly and pecked his jaw. Then she stood up and wrapped a fluffy towel around him. "Don't worry, darling, I'll let you come next time... maybe."

"You're evil," Sasuke said in a rough, low voice.

"But you still love me," she replied and brushed his damp hair out of his face. She ran her fingers down his temples in a smoothing motion and he closed his eyes to enjoy her touch.

"Hn."

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tbc...