Prompt: Running Wild

Title: It'll leave you breathless

Summary: He's making love to her, generously— being the ever-giver. She's a tease. But they are both in love and longing for each other— pleading and pining to be touched in places. . /Sasusaku, ns-fw

Rating: Mature (lots of sex, you've been warned)

You know that I'm obsessed with your body,

But it's the way you smile that does it for me.

"Sasuke-kun!" She moans, her voice loud and harsh, a groan escapes his lips as he places his open lips against her shoulder blade, his tongue licking her soft skin while his mouth tastes the saltiness of it. Trailing up to her neck where he kisses her with ardour, raw lips against her jaw as he hisses into her ear, "Sakura, you're tight", as he thrusts his forefinger into her hot, throbbing core once more. "Umm—" she breathes out in an erratic fashion while he continues to move his finger, back and forth into her wet folds.

The hotness of it and the eagerness in her voice explains just how much his wife has missed him while he was gone for his mission, eight days without his touch— she has missed him. Just like he has missed touching her in all her intimate places, listening to her moan out his name over and over again, and feeling the warmth of her against his skin. He has missed her, just as much.

He pushes another finger into her core making her throw her head back on his shoulder, a loud cry escapes her plump lips, as he claims them in a desperate, passionate move. His hot lips on hers as he tangles his tongue with hers, sucking onto it lightly as he fervently kisses her breathless. His fingers moving inside her quickly but gently, with each thrust sending waves of pleasure down her soul. Her husband really is the most generous when it comes to showering her with love in all such places, being gentle and loving but ecstatic and intense, all at the same time.

She moans during their lip lock when he pushes his fingers deep inside her, hitting that spot, he knows, she can't resist moaning to. So he thrusts into her again, her voice like a mesmerizing melody to his ears, "Sasuke-kun— Ahh!" She pants heavily as he kisses the corner of her lips, his fingers never ceasing to make her jolt and groan, his smirk never disappearing. "Sasuke-kun, I'm gonna—" he swiftly and impatiently, removes his fingers from her, making her groan in frustration at the sudden loss of contact but soon finds her core burning ceaselessly when she feels his hardened sex against her throbbing orifice.

"Please, please, Sasuke-kun!" She finds herself pleading and her husband, being the ever-giver, doesn't make her wait for too long. The tip of his erection against her hot wetness leaves him begging for quick entrance, a desirous moan escapes his lips when he finds the tip of it being enveloped in the warmth of her burning sex. She groans at the contact, breathing heavily, panting. He gently thrusts into her, at first, careful but zealous being the loving man that he is. Her tightened walls around him only make him groan, his hand holds her thighs apart to access enough space. "Fuck, Sakura!" He cries in pleasure when she starts rocking her hips, grinding into him with enough force to send him off the edge. She's tight and warm and wet and—

"Sasuke-kun, I—" she speaks as she pants, "I'm so close" he holds her by the waist then, hands pressed against her pelvis as he helps her thrust harder, "Faster" he hisses into her damp, pink hair, his voice like a desperate whisper into her ear. Her keen movements become sporadic, her legs shaking as his moans fill her ears, ever so intoxicatingly. His hardness inside her, pulsating as if begging for release while she's close to getting hers. "Arghh! — fuck!" He curses when her hot liquids make contact with his throbbing erection, "Harder—" he moans, "fast!" She quickens her pace, heaving up and crashing into him while she pants and moans his name, he groans and shudders when he reaches his own climax, a few final, desperate and harsh thrusts into her hot core before his liquids come pouring into her womb. Lazy hand makes circular patterns on her belly while she lays flat with her back against his chest, as both of them catch their breath and he carefully pulls out of her.

"That was so good." He hears her speaking as she tenderly looks over him, eyes glistening with what seems like sexual pleasure from all the pent up heat inside her being released. Her husband really is the most giving and satisfying lover one could ever dream of.

"Um-hm." He hums before kissing her lips softly, as she returns his kiss with just as much love. His hand lazily strokes the underside of her breasts before tenderly moving upwards to fondle with one. Squeezing it enough to make her moan while they kiss, which grants him the opportunity to deepen it by sticking his moist tongue into her heated mouth. His thumb strokes against her perked up nipple as she moans again, making him smirk as he repeats the same procedure while devouring her mouth in his passionate and raw kiss.

His lips crawl down to her neck so she could catch her breath, her unsteady breathing fills the vicinity of their love making. Hungry lips against her soft skin as he nibbles it softly with his teeth, his tongue sucking at her skin in places leaving bruises of love all over her glistening skin. His hand travels down to her sticky sex then, finger trailing in between her lining, she's even wetter than before given her previous orgasm, which makes him smirk as he kisses her.

She jolts, straddled in his lap, when his fore finger strokes against her hot, trembling folds, while the middle one rubs her clitoris, making her cry in pleasure. "Sas— Sasuke-kun.." The way she moans his name in that raspy, velvet voice of hers, makes him lose his sanity and he finds his resolve shattering like a glass funnel. He then slips one finger into her opening, she throws her head back on his shoulder as she groans at the contact, her lower body shaking. His movements, on the contrary, only quicken to provide her with the pleasure and satisfaction she has been craving for. Her eyes becoming darker with the seconds, her moans becoming louder, his thrusts becoming harsher as she rocks her hips, bites her lips and collides with his bare skin, praying for more.

His lips lift up to form a smirk as she watches him from the corner of her hooded eyes, breathlessly leaning against his chest, when her musky fluids pour onto his fingers. A satisfied air to the way his smirk transits into a tender smile when he hangs his head lower to reach her reddened lips, softly and lovingly pressing his sensual ones against them. She smiles, cupping his cheek while he kisses her, slender fingers crawling into his sweaty, dark locks.

She pulls away from him, carefully turning around to face him as her legs quiver while she leans on his shoulders to support her weight. His charcoal eyes deeply stare into her olive ones, before he closes them when she presses her forehead against his. It's silent as they breathe in each other's air with nothing but the echoes of their heartbeat filling the hushed quiet of the night. "I've missed you." She whispers, his hand crawls up to the small of her back, stroking her satin skin delicately. "I can tell." His reply makes a chuckle escape her lips as he places an affectionate kiss on her forehead while her arms wrap around his neck. Her fingers running through his hair as she pulls them back to look at his glistening countenance, mismatched eyes peeking behind their drooping lids, darkening with what she can tell is yearning and anticipation and lust and—

She impatiently crashes her lips against his, almost lifting at the corner to form a smug smirk. Inclining her head to intensify their kiss, their tongues brushing over, intertwining— she finds herself moaning again. Her husband has always been really good with his tongue and the thought alone makes her growing lust grow stronger. His hand presses against the side of her hip, squeezing her skin as she ardently kisses him to oblivion. He groans loudly, almost screaming when she suddenly settles herself over his erect sex, grinding passionately— teasingly. "Fuck, Sakura." He curses underneath his hissing breath, only to be met by her ravishing lips.

Her soaked, sultry folds vigorously throbbing against his painfully hardened sex, sending jolts of pleasure down his spine as he holds her hips in place, "Aargh— shit", Cursing through gritted teeth and shutting his eyes tight enough to see nothing but white. She's such a tease and he's so fucking close. But she pulls away, the lack of warmth— both around his body and his pulsating length, makes him grunt in frustration, "what the hell, Sakura." He speaks as he struggles to breathe, "my, my" she smiles teasingly, "someone's impatient." She speaks in that silky voice of hers which makes him lose his mind and groan, "why are you so damn annoying?"

She is.

So hot, sexy, moist and just so fucking good and yet has the audacity to pull away just when things start to reach their climax. His statement only makes her smirk, almost mockingly as she looks at him with eyes so lustful, it makes him moan. She lazily settles down, her head lowering to his pelvis, eyes finding his erection and slender fingers curving around it. A translucent fluid dripping from the tip of it, a devilish smile forms on her lips. She strokes his shaft, gently at first, making him grunt and curse as he throws his head back, "fuck, Ah—" then her thumb starts to rub against it eagerly, her grip firms around his length, pressing against it as if lightly squeezing, "harder" he cries in pleasure and her digits press harder and harsher, making a moan escape his lips.

It only amuses her so she proceeds to satisfy her husband a little more, sticking out her tongue to lick away the previous fluid around his opening. "Um-hm." She moans before licking him again, this time with a lot more force. He squeezes his eyes in response, "Fucking hell, Sakura." She is teasing him again before taking the head of his length into her hot, wet mouth, making him moan in pleasure. Sucking onto him while her fingers press patterns against the shaft, "you're so fucking good— Agh." His voice is hoarse and harsh as he speaks while panting heavily, only tempting her to go on.

Taking more of his length into her mouth, her tongue brushes and licks against his erection, almost painfully and he jolts at the action, his hand in her hair, pulling them as if begging for more. And she complies with his unuttered request, sucking harder on him, his heavy breathing and his huffing moans sounding like a sedating symphony to her ears. Her lips perk up to form a smirk when his hot liquids pour into her mouth, dripping down through the corner of it as she drinks him completely, sucking a few more times before denying it the seductive warmth of her mouth. "You taste so good, Sasuke-kun." She rasps into his ear, elevating to his eye level as she settles into his lap once more, kissing him lips passionately as his arm strongly wraps around her waist.

She grinds on to him again, making him painfully hardened once more. Her moist core pushing against him as if she's enveloping him in her warmth. Her lips never leaving his while her arms encircle his neck and he breathes heavily in between their kiss only to kiss her again and again. His hand trails up to grab one of her breasts as he gives it a gentle squeeze, only to let a moan reach his ears, making him smirk in satisfaction. Her hands travel down to stroke against his toned abs, almost sinfully as she heaves back and forth, grinding his throbbing hardness. But he needed her warmth, he needed her heat, he needed to be inside her. Right now.

So he pulls her away, enough to look into her darkened eyes, while he spreads her legs for him and she doesn't complain. Because her eyes speak volumes about what she wants right now, too. And it isn't any different from what he most desires. He places his tip against her orifice, her legs shudder at the delightful contact of their hot and humid skins, her hands holding onto his strong shoulders while her eyes never lose sight of his beautiful profile. She settles over him then, slowly pressing down to have him entering her pulsating core, while she closes her eyes in pleasure as if this is all that her body has been begging for. For all these days that he's been away, for all those night that she's imagined them this way.

He kisses her then, amorously yet gently, his hands against her hips, buckling them as she rides him, heaving up and down in a slow rhythmic pace at first, her arms around his neck as if holding on for dear life. His face buried in the crook of her neck as he moans from the pleasure of it. She's moist and tight, in the way he finds the most desirable. Her mind is vacant with nothing but the thoughts of him, he's hard and huge, pulsating inside her as she quickens her pace on him, a loud cry slipping her tongue when he hits her nerves, on that one spot that nears her to the edge. She's impatient but so is he, squeezing her hips, pulling her down with sheer force and have her colliding into him with every thrust. Her walls clenching around him, innumerable curses leaving his lips as they hold on to each other desperately crying in pleasure and begging for release.

She feels her legs shuddering but her longing for him only makes her push harder and harder, arching her back at the sheer euphoria of it. "Aghh—" he moans as she quickens her pace even more, "I'm close, Sas—" he kisses her hard, almost clashing his lips against hers, buckling her hips to help him thrust into her harder and faster, grunting when he feels her walls clenching around him, feeling himself close to his climax, her nails scratching his back as she cries out his name when he gives a few more raw thrusts into her before they reach their orgasm together. Thick, musky liquids dripping down through the periphery of their connection, as she lazily pushes into him a few more times, rocking her hips in an erotic fashion, feeling his hot fluids pooling into the lower pit of her belly, as if fire itself. He carefully pulls out of her, a satisfied smile forms on her face while his lips perk up to show her a tender sight which only she has ever witnessed. His soft eyes looking at her with love and affection, lips lifted up into a genuine smile and eyes gleaming at the beautiful sight of her— blushing, flushed, panting and smiling for him.

He carefully lays her down on their bed, as she breathes heavily to fill up her lungs with the deficient but much needed air. Laying down right beside her, he hides his face into the crook of her neck as he pants heavily, too. His arm lazily presses against her abdomen, making undefined patterns over her slick skin. "You good?" He asks in his husky voice then, eyes peeking up to barely look into hers glistening under the dim light. "Um-hm" she hums, slipping downwards to wrap an arm around his bare torso, "I love you, Sasuke-kun." She whispers into his ear, her eyes barely open from what he guesses is tiredness. Of course she's tired, they've been making love ever since he got back, not that he would ever complain about it. He leaves a chaste kiss on her soft lips then, smiling at her lovingly "sleep now", he says as he grabs the abandoned sheets from a corner to wrap around their naked bodies, while her legs intertwine with his own and she's sleeping soundly by the following few minutes.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters mentioned in this story, they belong to the Naruto franchise and Masashi Kishimoto. The plot and the writing belongs to me, on the contrary, and any resemblance otherwise is purely coincidental.

Author's note: I hope I'm improving as a writer lately because the desperate need to feel validated has been hitting me lately. Any way, please review if you liked this one-shot, I hope to write more in the upcoming week. (I wish y'all were satisfied, hm)