Warning: NSFW, PWP, smut, lemon

Do not read if you're under 18 or you don't wish to read adult material!

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Frustration and Fulfillment

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Hot lips trailing all over her body, leaving trails of fire on her skin, her clothes a torn mess, a hard body pinning her to the ground and thrusting rhythmically against her soaked panties… Her hands wandering under a shirt to feel him, her legs snaking up his thighs and wrapping around his hips… her soft moans and pants becoming feverish with the need pulsing low in her belly… she was aching, burning, shaking, empty inside, begging to be filled by him, only him or she will die… shuddering when he tore off her panties, cool air teasing her damp folds before a hot pillar pressed down on her opening… Please, kami, yes!... Sasuke-kun!

Sakura woke up, tangled in her sleeping bag, sweaty and embarrassingly slick between her legs. Realizing that she'd just had a very vivid, very erotic dream about her travel companion, she gave out a groan and pressed her hands to the flushed cheeks. Was she moaning in her sleep? Did Sasuke hear her? Did he figure out what she was dreaming about? Kami, if he heard, she'd die of shame.

Ever since they had set out together on their journey, Sakura's hormones had gone haywire. Whenever she was around Sasuke, she was getting aroused and whenever she was alone, she was fantasizing about him. Her body constantly craved him, his gaze, his touch, everything and anything he'd give her. She was at the stage that she thought she could come just from smelling him.

The problem was that he wouldn't make a single move!

Sasuke still kept her at arm's length and while she tried so hard to be gracious, to accommodate him and not push anything before he was ready, she was hurt by his distance. She thought that this journey together was his way for them to get closer to each other, but it felt like the opposite was taking place. Was it something she did? Or did she completely misinterpret his intentions and he only needed her help as a medic along the way? In the face of Sasuke's lack of communication, Sakura's self-doubt began to resurface.

And on top of that, her body went into some kind of heat around him, as if she was an animal. Sakura had never felt more embarrassed about herself. She felt dirty and wrong, like a pervert, lusting after her teammate's body in every waking hour so powerfully that it followed her into her dreams. Sakura wished she could stop it or make it more bearable, but with Sasuke always around her, she had no chance to find some personal time and relieve the pressure by herself. She didn't dare touch herself even in the dead of night, knowing that he was a light sleeper and would undoubtedly catch her in the act, exposing her true, wanton nature. Sakura imagined if he knew the thoughts she had about him, about doing to him, he'd turn away in disgust. The danger of losing his respect forever because of her prurience filled her with dread. She would never let it happen!

And so, her frustration built up day after day with no release in sight.

Taking a deep breath, Sakura finally gathered her courage and peeked through her parted fingers around their small camp, looking for Sasuke. To her alarm, he wasn't there. With a gasp, she sat up and hurriedly unzipped her sleeping bag before getting out of it.

"Sasuke-kun?" she asked with trepidation, but she didn't get an answer. She started running through scenarios – he'd gone for a bathroom break, some powerful, unknown enemy kidnapped him for his eyes, worse – Orochimaru killed his guards and went back to his old ways. Or Sasuke found out about her carnal dreams and immediately jumped to another dimension, leaving her behind.

A gentle hiss brought her out of her panicked thoughts. Sakura looked down. A small purple snake was coiled at her feet. She squatted to look it in the eye.

"Hello, do you know where Sasuke-kun went?" she asked the summon. The snake flickered its forked tongue at her.

"Sssakura-sssama, Sssasssuke-sssama isss in the foressst. He asssked not to be disssturbed."

"But why did he leave the camp?"

"I don't know, but your noisssesss woke him up."

Sakura blushed crimson and shot up to her feet. Her worst case scenario was coming true. Sasuke was going to leave her. She was too disgusting, too lewd for him to stand being around.

Sakura rushed into the dark forest, tears pricking at her eyes. She needed to find him, to explain somehow her shameful behavior, do and say anything only so that he'd stay. Losing Sasuke again, this time because of her dirty desires getting the better of her, would destroy her. So she ran.

With her top ninja abilities, she was able to move fast and quietly between the trees. The wind carried to her ears a strange, soft sound, like a sigh. Sakura turned in its direction.

She found him in a cozy corner of the woods. Sasuke was sitting on a fallen trunk with his back to her, rocking in a steady rhythm. Sakura stopped her advance, puzzled at what he was doing.

Sasuke threw his head back and moaned.

Even though Sakura's mind was shocked by the unmistakably sexual sound coming out from the stoic Uchiha, her perverted body knew exactly how to react. Sakura bit back her own moan when she felt Sasuke's sound of pleasure pulsate and ripple under her sensitive skin, reaching deep to her core. Her nipples pebbled, chafing under her clothes.

Gripped by indecision, Sakura lingered. Should she speak to him now? No, that would be too embarrassing for both of them. But was he really doing what she thought he was doing? She needed to know.

Sasuke gave out a raspy groan again and it propelled her forward. Sakura carefully circled him, mindful not to make any noise, step on no twigs, so as not to alert him to her presence. She hid behind a low bush and peeked through, only to get a full frontal look at him—Sasuke Uchiha, sitting on a tree trunk, bathed in moonlight, with his pants undone and stroking the erect cock in his fist.

She couldn't contain a small gasp falling from her lips—gods, but he was beautiful! Thankfully, Sasuke was too absorbed in his self-pleasure to hear her slip-up. Sakura watched with wide eyes as he pumped himself, her own arousal escalating. Unwittingly, she put a hand between her thighs. Her panties were soaked through and she rubbed herself through the wet fabric. She imagined it was Sasuke's hand touching her while she stroked his heavy shaft for him.

Sasuke's tempo sped up and she matched him easily, one hand rubbing circles on her needy clit while the other muffled her sounds. Then Sasuke's body became taut like a bowstring and his hips jerked up a few times as he reached his climax.

"Sakura, fuck!" he groaned out while a stream after stream of milky come shot out of his tip.

Sakura shuddered and bit on her knuckles as her own orgasm flooded throughout her body, then, boneless and sweaty, she slumped down on the ground to catch her breath. Slowly, her wits returned to her and she realized what he'd said.

He moaned her name.

Was he imagining having sex with her while touching himself? Sakura found the possibility both exhilarating and vexing. How long had he had those thoughts about her? And why he wasn't doing anything about it? If he made a move, she'd give herself to him in a heartbeat. Didn't he know that? Just what was he waiting for?

The more she thought about this, the angrier she became. All this time when she was tormented by the unbearable frustration, he was sneaking off to the forest in the middle of the night for a quick wank. So it was fine for him to make her suffer in silence as long as he got his fix in secret? He couldn't let his impeccable reputation of a human iceberg be damaged, not by something as base as lust, oh no…

Sakura was vibrating with agitation, however Sasuke was already coming off his post-orgasmic glow. He cleaned himself up and tucked his spent member into his pants. Sakura didn't dawdle—stealthily she returned to the camp and slipped into her sleeping bag. Soon after, he came back to his own spot across the campfire from her. Sakura feigned sleep, but inwardly she was still seething. The eastern sky was getting pink when she finally drifted off into slumber.

to be continued...

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AN: Happy Birthday to Sasuke, as usual I celebrate with a smutty fic. Second chapter will be from his POV. I don't have plans for more, but that can change, I don't know yet.

Thanks for reading and please let me know how you liked it :) Until next time!