Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Angels on the Moon ❯ Afterglow ( Chapter 1 )

AN: This is the introductory piece to my collection of SasuSaku oneshots. I’ve been in love with this pairing for a long, long time and have read many amazing stories by spectacular authors. I’ve also seen some excellent fan art by SasuSaku fans. I guess this series would have to be my tribute to all these authors/artists that keep the SasuSaku dream alive!

This is my first SasuSaku fan fiction. Each oneshot will be different and none will be interconnected. Some will be AU, some canon. Sometimes the characters may be OOC, but most of the time I’ll try to keep them relatively in character.

Also, I will give you fair warning: each oneshot will most likely have a lemon scene in it; hence the M rating, people. You know the drill–if you are under 18, avert ye eyes!

I do not own Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, or their characters. I just like to manipulate the hell out of them. The real owner is, of course, the creative genius Masashi Kishimoto.

And now, without further ado, I give you my first oneshot.

xoxo
sammy-sakura

She is beautiful.

No, that is definitely an understatement.

She is gorgeous.

Somehow, that doesn’t seem quite right either. Hn…

She is at her most gorgeous in the afterglow of our sex (because I inwardly cringe at the term ‘love-making’).

Aa. That is what I meant to say. Yes, most definitely.

She faces the ceiling, paper-thin eyelids drawn closed, with a halo of long, pale pink locks fanned out across her pillow and mine. Rosy cheeks all flushed, ruby lips thoroughly ravished, slender neck marred with angry, red marks of possession (because I adamantly refuse to call them ‘love bites’). Her chest heaves up and down, up and down. Those taut little nipples of her perfect tits brush my bare torso with every inhale of air; because, I’m still hovering–

over her, inside her, everywhere around her

–and I know she knows, even with her emerald orbs hidden from me, that I can’t turn away from the sight and the feel of her splendor. How do I know this? Those previously mentioned ravished ruby lips are tugged up into an arrogant, sexy, satisfied smile. That proud smile is still one of unadulterated happiness.

This happiness was the hard fought kind of happiness.

Years before this pure level of bliss was possible, there was only the pain of loneliness, imperfection, weakness, heartbreak, but never (nevernevernever) regret. Upon my return to Konoha, she told me all about those feelings that I had been responsible for. She wasn’t whining or complaining, throwing herself at me, desperate for me to console her. There was no suffix on my name when it escaped her lips. These feelings were facts and that’s exactly how she presented them to me.

‘That was unexpected,’ I remembered thinking as she sashayed away, her head held high. I watched from the old bridge as her hips swayed, and her dainty, sandaled feet carried her closer and closer to town and farther from me. I was waiting for that one last look, the one where she turns her head and casts me a teary-eyed, wistful expression. For some reason, I put hope in that last look. Hope for what? Hell, I didn’t know it at the time, but she was my special person (because the terms ‘lover’ and ‘soul-mate’ leave an awkward taste in my mouth).

The look never came. She rounded the corner of a building and disappeared from view.

At that moment, I knew my perception of the foolish, fanatical twelve year-old girl I had left on a frigid, stone bench seven years prior was shattered. She had changed. Hell, everyone had changed even the Dobe. So, why then, had I expected her to remain the same?

Two years went by and during that time, I came to respect her as a strong, capable comrade. We had been sent on numerous S-rank ANBU missions, and, more than once (as much as I loathe to admit it), she had served as my superior. She was grace, tact, power, and strength in motion. The admiration I had developed for her had quickly morphed into affection. I deeply cared for Sakura Haruno way more than I wanted to (because ‘love’ is not in any Uchiha dictionary). It snuck up on me and annoyed me to no end.

And when I told her about my thoughts, after a lengthy, exasperating mission near the border of Suna one year ago, I probably should have used a different word.

Or not.

We ended up throwing things at each other, punching holes in her apartment walls, and when the hell-bent anger dissected into untamed passion, I crushed her to the living room wall with my entire body. She squirmed, kicked, and slapped until I harshly pressed my lips to hers. All her efforts to escape ceased and then, that delicious, talented tongue of hers came out to play with mine. Our eyes were locked in a silent challenge as our teeth, tongues, and lips dueled. My forearms were still flat against the wall, caged on the sides of her pretty face, but that soon changed when I felt her right leg slide up my thigh and curl around my left hip. Appreciative of her boldness, I slid my hands underneath her sinewy, soft thighs and, tongues still tied, encouraged her other leg to wrap around my right hip.

Oh, Kami, the friction. That sweet, sweet friction.

More. I needed so much more. Thankfully, so did she. Our mouths separated only so our lungs could breathe and for her to whisper sinfully in the shell of my ear,

“My first time won’t be up against a wall, Sasuke-kun.”

I hesitated momentarily and carried her to the bedroom, while soaking in the information provided by her statement. My suffix was back, but more importantly, no other man had touched what had always been mine (and she didn’t need to know that I had no previous experience with a woman).

Without bothering to close the bedroom door, I set the feisty kunoichi onto her feet. We undressed, never taking our eyes off one another’s bodies. I knew she was small, maybe five foot five inches at the most, but never had she looked so vulnerable and fragile as when her exquisite, lithe form was revealed to me. Sure I knew and had witnessed her immense strength and brilliant chakra manipulation, but now, she was a woman, not just the esteemed apprentice of the Fifth Hokage or the accomplished ANBU Black Ops medic-nin.

Her skin was a pale, iridescent color in the soft moonlight peaking through the lone window of her bedroom. That hair, an indescribable, yet perfect, shade of pink cascaded around her shoulders and down her back in delicate waves. My eyes grazed the full length of her body. I could see the lean, feminine muscles of her body shift in eagerness. Her breasts were perky and looked as if they’d fit flawlessly into the palm of my hand. Her nipples were hardened into rose-colored buds that were taunting me to touch, taste, and pinch them. I skimmed down her smooth, flat abdomen and focused on the trimmed dusting of pink curls at the apex of her thighs; thighs that were rubbing together in anticipation, waiting for a sign of my approval.

Thank Kami for Uchiha control or I definitely would have fucked her against that living room wall.

In a flash, I was on her again, and this time, there would be no stopping my attack. She laid back on the bed, my nakedness looming over her. Face to face. No more barriers. Just skin on skin. My cock was so hard; I wanted nothing more than to pound her into oblivion. My hands were all over her silky skin, first cupping and massaging her glorious tits. While my left hand started plucking and pulling on her nipple, my right hand travelled south to her warm, glistening wet pussy. I traced the outside of her nether-lips as she shuddered in excruciating want for more. She was ready and I was more than ready.

I kissed her hungrily as I inserted one finger, then two into her sopping, slick entrance. The feeling of her inner walls squeezing my intruding fingers, coupled with the way she was moaning and gasping into my mouth was driving me insane. Her eyes were now closed, and for some reason, I didn’t like that.

“Sakura, look at me,” I grunted, the deep, husky timbre of my voice sounding foreign even to me. I kept working my two fingers in and out of her, scissoring them deep in her pussy. Her hazy, viridian eyes connected with my own onyx ones. I smirked at her (which caused another sexy, draw-out moan from the hot kunoichi beneath me) and removed my fingers (prompting yet another moan). I had to make sure she knew. “I meant what I said earlier.”

By the expression on her face, I could tell her lust-filled mind was having trouble remembering. So I continued,

“I want you. Not only tonight.”

The implication was clear (because ‘forever’ is not a word ANY shinobi should use). Sakura tilted her head to the side, a coy grin on her lips.

“And I, Sasuke-kun, have wanted you since I was twelve,” she purred. “Less talk, more action.” She punctuated the ‘action’ part by grinding up hard along the length of my swollen shaft, lubricating it with her feminine juices.

‘Uchiha control. Uchiha control,’ I repeated in my head and gave her a mocking glare. “Hn. At the bridge two years ago. You relinquished those feelings for me.”

Her hand cupped my cheek and she whispered against my lips,

“I never said that I didn’t love you anymore.”

She was right, now that I recall. Damn, that sneaky, evil, wick–

My thoughts were abruptly cut short when a small hand with thin fingers wrapped around my dick and squeezed. I grunted (because I don’t ever moan under her mercy, no, never) and rested my forehead in the crook of her neck and shoulder. Up and down, she pulled on my hard cock, every once in a while teasing the thick mushroom-shaped head. One of her fingers dipped into the little slit, dripping with my pre-cum. I bit and licked and sucked and tortured her neck just as she tortured my cock.

I needed to be in her.

Lifting my head and reaching in between our bodies, I gazed into her eyes and removed her hand from my painfully hardened manhood. Her legs, already spread to accommodate my thin hips, opened even wider. I rubbed my cock up and down her pink, glossy folds, pressing extra hard onto her throbbing clit. She was already writhing and panting. Finally, I slid down to her tight, hot hole and inserted the head of my dick while keeping my keen eyes on her facial expressions. I slid in deeper, maybe three or four inches, and stopped when she winced. I pulled my hips back then slid in even deeper, repeating this lazy rocking motion until all ten inches of my penis was buried to the hilt inside my Sakura.

Her eyes were pinched shut and there was an uncomfortable, but pleased look on her gorgeous face. There was a dazzling smile on her face even as the kunoichi bit her bottom lip hard.

She felt so amazingly tight, moist, and hot surrounding my cock. Once again, I had to thank my Uchiha control. And when Sakura finally rocked her hips back and forth, riding up and down on my cock, trying to seek her own pleasure, that finely-tuned, prideful Uchiha control waned (because it most certainly did not fly out the window at that very moment).

I stilled her sensual movements with my hands at her waist, and the woman growled at me.

Hn. She was going to be a sweaty, writhing, hot, passionate mess underneath me and because of me.

That’s when I pulled my cock nearly all the way out of her vice-like inner walls and surged back into her hard and fast. She screamed in pleasure as I pumped up and into her over and over. Each time I buried my slick cock inside her tight, wet hole, I was hitting that deep, soft spot that made her rake her nails down my back and pull my hair to the point of pain. Pleasurable, welcome pain.

I tried to slow down, just to absorb this feeling, this overwhelming feeling, but I couldn’t. I wanted to take Sakura over that edge and show her that no other man could ever give her ecstasy. I am the only one capable of completing her mind, body, and soul. No one else.

“Cum for me, Sakura. Me and only me,” I breathed into her ear. As if my whispered words set off a chain reaction, my girl arched off the bed, her pussy clenched tight as it tried to milk my cock of its seed. I thrust three, five, ten or so more times when I felt my balls contract ready to cum. I couldn’t keep my eyes from closing (because they definitely weren’t rolled into the back of my skull). I fused our hips together as tight as possible and shot my semen deep into her womb, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I released. I heard Sakura gasp and tighten her legs around my waist as another orgasm washed over her body.

After my orgasm subsided, I finally opened my eyes and was met with the most stunning, gorgeous–

(gorgeousgorgeousgorgeous)

– vision of my thoroughly-sexed Sakura.

Now, a year later, as I hover over her beautiful, nude body after a lazy, Saturday morning romp and remember our first night, I know I’m wearing the same proud smile.

Thank Kami her eyes are still closed.




Well, there it is. The first oneshot. Feedback is certainly welcome, although I’m not sure if I can promise a reply. I’m a very busy college student. I can’t say for sure when I’ll add another chapter, but there will be more oneshots in this fan fiction.

Thanks again for reading! Ja ne!

xoxo
sammy-sakura