Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Affection ❯ Make Love to Me ( One-Shot )

Both Sai and Sakura are 18 years old

“Stop!” Sakura phonated, when they were about a block from her house.

“What?” Sai asked, surprised by her sudden outburst.

“Stop what your doing!” She exclaimed.

Sai snorted,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he retorted, trying to fool the clever Kunoichi with a bluff.

Sakura stopped walking, triggering Sai to do the same, and placed her hands on her hips,

“don’t lie to me Sai!”

The art jutsu master scowled,

“I am not lying Sakura!”

“Just stop it okay?”

“Hn, stop what?”

“That killer glare of yours! You shoot it at every male we pass! Stop it!”

Deciding to admit defeat and not rouse Sakura’s anger, Sai nodded stiffly,

“fine,” he said, flustered.

They continued walking, intent on reaching Sakura’s house in the next few minutes. Sai glared daggers at every man who dared cast a glance at his woman, yet he managed to refrain from using his fierce ink tigers to attack them.

“Home sweet home,” Sakura chimed as they arrived at her little house.

“Hmm,” Sai agreed, watching as Sakura pulled her key out from her kunai holster and inserted it into the key hole, twisting it once around before opening the door.

They walked inside and closed the door behind them, removing their sandals and placing them on the mat, before walking into the main house.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Sakura said, immediately walking towards the small bathroom.

Sai sighed,

“fine,” he muttered.

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, giving herself some privacy.

Outside the door, Sai was wandering around the house, searching for something to do. Yet despite his searching, he found nothing of interest, his thoughts were that of Sakura. A colorful image of her was filling every corner of his mind.

“Sakura,” he groaned huskily as he entered her room and sat on her bed . . . the bed she slept in, the bed she had dreams in, the bed she tossed and turned in.

“Mmmm,” he purred, running his hands over the silky bed sheets. He closed his eyes, as the pleasant memory of holding her through the night flooded through his mind, she had been so warm and had smelled so good. She was a goddess, an angel, a saint. She was his.

“Sakura,” he growled again, his voice laced with possessiveness.

“S-Sai? What are you doing?” A female voice abruptly asked.

The art jutsu master’s eyes shot open,

“Sakura?” He choked, feeling his breath hitch.

“What are you doing in my room?” She asked, blushing furiously.

“I was just . . . umm,” for once in his life, Sai was speechless, all he could do was stare at Sakura. By the looks of her, she had just come out of the shower, she had multiple water droplets rolling down her arms, legs and face, her hair was adorably tussled and the only thing covering her was a thin white towel.

“S-S-Saa-ai,” Sakura stuttered.

He stood from his place on her bed and slowly made his way over to where she was bashfully standing.

“Sakura,” he groaned, feeling his arousal grow at the sight of her graceful curves.

“Y-yes?” The pink kunoichi squeaked.

“I want you,” her boyfriend whispered huskily.

Sakura leaned back against the doorframe as Sai closed in on her, pressing his well-muscled body against hers

“Ah!” Sakura cried softly, feeling slightly frightened as she felt the bulge of his erection pressing against her upper thigh.

Immediately sensing her fear, Sai hushed her, by lightening the amount of his weight against her.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured,

“I won’t hurt you.”

Relaxing a bit, Sakura raised her head an inch, looking into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, she found none. He was trustworthy, he loved her. Despite once being a dangerous killer, he cared about her and she knew he wouldn’t harm her.

“I know you won’t,” she cooed softly.

Sai lowered his head slightly and showered Sakura’s face with butterfly kisses, reveling in the soft silkiness of her skin and sweet innocence of her taste.

Moaning softly, Sakura tilted her head upwards and kissed him fully on the lips. Immediately their tongues began to explore each other’s mouths, each gliding against the slick walls of the other’s cavern. Moving their lips against each other, they deepened the kiss, battling affectionately.

“Sai,” Sakura mumbled, her voice muffled, due to their frantic kissing.

He snorted his response and pressed her closer to the wall, leaning his full body weight against her, while being sure that he didn’t hurt her. For a moment Sakura tensed, having never been in such a situation before but then she relaxed at the knowledge that Sai was being gentle and careful.

Finally they broke the kiss, pulling back for much needed air.

“Wow,” Sakura whispered, her lips tingling pleasurably.

Smirking, Sai pulled her into a tight embrace,

“did you like that?” He asked teasingly.

“Yes,” Sakura replied with a shy blush painted across her face.

“Good.”

He scooped her up into his arms, bridal style and strolled towards her bed, setting her down upon the soft sheets.

“Now then,” he began, his eyes sweeping over her flushed body,

“that towel has to go.”

Instinctively, Sakura wrapped her arms around herself and looked away from him, feeling suddenly timid.

Sai chuckled,

“don’t worry,” he comforted.

She didn’t move, her arms remaining glued in place.

Immediately the artist frowned slightly,

“you trust me don’t you?”

She looked back at him and nodded,

“of coarse, I’m just nervous and why the hell are you being so forward all of a sudden? Usually you’re the one who is tense!”

The art jutsu master's frown lifted into a smile,

“yes that is true but . . . I’ve realized that I don’t have to be that way with you.”

Sakura felt her heart flutter,

“thank you,” she said fondly.

“Hn, now then, remove that towel!”

Sakura shook her head,

“no way!”

“Why?”

The Kunoichi gulped,

“I’m nervous, embarrassed, shy.”

After pondering for a minute, Sai grinned fiercely,

“I think I have a solution to take care of that problem.”

Raising a questioning brow, Sakura stared at him expectantly,

“well what is it?”

Her question was answered, as he began stripping himself, removing his t-shirt and baggy black pants with hurried hands. Sakura gasped, shocked by his forward action but could not avert her eyes from him as the majority of his clothing fell to the floor, leaving him only in his black boxers.

“Like what you see?” The art jutsu master asked, catching her awed expression.

“Y-yes,” Sakura replied, scanning his perfect body up and down, until her gaze rested on the growing bulge between his legs.

“Now then,” he muttered, climbing onto the bed beside her,

“will you remove that towel or will I have to?”

Thinking for a moment, Sakura evaluated the situation, should she remove it or should he?

“Well,” he started,

“while your deciding, I have one more article of clothing that has to go.”

Sai's right hand reached down for the top of his boxers and with a sharp tug, pulled them down and kicked them off, leaving himself completely naked.

Sakura felt the red blush upon her face darken ten fold, as she caught sight of the enormous appendage which he had just uncovered.

“Oh my,” she mewed, looking away.

“Sakura?”

“Hm?”

“The towel.”

“Oh . . . well . . . I’ll take it off.”

“Then do it.”

Gripping the top of the white towel, Sakura began to pull it down slowly, revealing herself to her lover; who drank in the sight of her, as her previously hidden flesh was exposed to his hungry eyes.

“Sakura,” he moaned sensually, slowly reaching out towards her with his trembling right hand.

“Yes?” She peeped, pulling the towel down another centimeter.

“Your mine!” His hand shot forward and gripped the towel, and before Sakura could even blink, he yanked it off her, revealing her entire body to his penetrating gaze.

A squeal escaped her and she was about to cover herself, when Sai thrust himself on top of her, pinning her hands above her head while jamming one of his knees between her legs, keeping them open.

“Hush,” he almost snarled, giving her wrists a firm squeeze.

Sakura whimpered, clearly feeling a little intimidated.

“Your fine Sakura,” Sai told her, leaning forward to kiss her left cheek.

She giggled softly, as he moved his head further left and nipped her ear, his tongue gliding over the firm flesh.

“Tastes good,” he commented, sucking on her moistened ear lobe.

“Mmm nnnn mm!” Sakura cried blissfully, enjoying the pleasure she was feeling, due to his playful actions.

“Indeed,” he growled, gently biting down on the delicate shell of her ear, his tongue flicking out to swipe against the wet skin.

Once again, Sakura cried out, thoroughly delighted for his attention. However, she mewed a protest when he pulled away to stare at her, eye to eye.

“If you liked that, then you’ll love what is to come,” he mused, smirking devilishly.

Sakura felt a pleasurable heat building in her lower tummy and she began to feel wet between her legs.

“I’ll love it too,” he added, lowering his head to nuzzle the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

“Mmm,” he groaned, roughly licking her pulse point,

“this will be unforgettable.”

Sakura wiggled her wrists, silently asking him to release her, which he gladly did, allowing her to wrap her lean arms around him.

“Yes,” she agreed, angling her head to kiss his temple.

Removing his face from the junction between Sakura's shoulder and neck, Sai pressed his lips against the bridge of her nose, gently sucking the tender skin.

Sakura giggled softly, enjoying the tickling sensation.

The artist mentally grinned at her gleefulness,

‘good, she’s liking this.’

Pulling back slightly, he began to trail kisses down her jaw, contently tasting her perfect skin. His hands began to run up and down her waist in slow, gliding strokes, repetitively tracing the outline of her junoesque hips. After a few minutes, Sai shifted himself downwards, feeling an intense desire to explore the rest of his lover's delicious body. Due to his actions, Sakura was forced to release him from her hold, her arms resting limply at her sides. The artists lips ventured down from her saliva-moist face, to explore her neck and collarbone, his fascination with her body increasing, as Sakura began to vocalize to him.

“That feels nice,” She whispered, as he roughly licked at her clavicle, his tongue gliding along the modest curves of the bone.

“It should,” Sai mumbled, sucking the base of the Kunoichi’s neck, his hands resting on the prominent slopes of her well-defined hips.

He continued kissing lower down her body, his tongue dipping into all her little creases. Reaching her cleavage, he nuzzled the base of her left breast, as if asking for his lover's permission. Sakura’s answer was a desperate moan, begging him to touch her. Feeling excited, Sai’s tongue quickly shot out of the cavern that was his mouth and began gliding over the soft skin of the maiden’s breast, tasting one of her most feminine parts.

“Good,” he muttered, his licks slow and hard, causing Sakura to gasp and squirm in ecstasy. His tongue glided upwards, climbing up the soft mound. As he reached her nipple, his licks became quick and light, flicking at the hardened teat in a teasing manner.

“Mmmmmnn!” Sakura squealed, gripping the bed sheets.

‘She taste’s delicious,’ Sai thought, before taking her entire nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard.

“Ahhh!” The young woman cried, her hold on the bed sheets tightening, while the heat in her lower tummy built even more so.

Finally, after sucking the perky nipple for a few minutes, Sai pulled back and glanced towards the right breast; the next subject of his attention. He leaned towards it and pressed gentle kisses along the plump base, occasionally sucking the skin.

‘Perfect,’ he thought, moving up the breast, to the teat. Mimicking his previous actions, he greedily took the pink nipple into his mouth and sucked it like a milking child.

“AH!”

Feeling the delicate mammilla harden, Sai teased the tip with his tongue, while still keeping the base, heedfully gripped in between his teeth.

“SAI, AHH!” Sakura hollered, slowly tossing her head left and right.

Growling possessively, Sai released the bud from the hold of his teeth and simply sucked on it.

Meanwhile, Sakura's breathing became desperately erratic, as her pleasure soared to new heights.

“Ahh! Mmmm! Ah!” She cried

Sai glanced up at the Kunoichi's sweaty face, as if checking to see if she was alright. Her pleased expression said she was. Contented, he returned his attention back to her nipple and once again gripped it in between his teeth, gently tweaking it sideways and causing Sakura to feel even more ecstasy.

“SAAAII!” She screeched, beginning to thrash.

“W-what are you doing?” Sakura asked, glancing down at Sai, who just removed his mouth from her swollen mammilla.

“Just relax Sakura, I won’t hurt you,” he answered simply.

“Let’s continue,” he murmured, smirking devilishly.

With a small squeak from Sakura, Sai continued to work his magic on her body. Once again, he shifted downwards, in order to allow himself better access to her tummy.

Trailing wet kisses down from her breasts, he began to occasionally snuffle the skin, experimenting with what kinds of touches brought her the most delight. Eventually, he reached her navel, and after a few minutes of swirling circles around it with his tongue, he began to gently blow into it, causing her to giggle as he tickled her.

“Sai . . . haha . . . that . . . hahaha . . . tickles!” She choked between bouts of laughter.

“Good, it should,” he replied.

His hands squeezed her hips for a moment, before gliding up her body to massage her saliva-slick breasts, gently fondling the silky skin.

Sakura gasped, laughed and moaned, due to the sensations her lover was causing her. She had never felt so much ecstasy in her life, her entire body felt blissfully light and her womanhood was dripping with warm juices, due to her intense arousal.

Likewise, Sai could feel his own arousal becoming harder and hotter by the second, her sexy moans were just to much for him, he could only handle it for so long before the need to be inside her overwhelmed him.

Abruptly, his blowing came to a halt and his hands slid off her breasts, down her waist and to her hips, once again resting there.

The artist decorated Sakura's abdomen with butterfly kisses and pecks for several minutes, before he pulled back a few inches and shuffled further down her body.

Understanding what he was going to do, Sakura wiggled against his hold, desperately trying to close her legs. It was no use, Sai had a firm grip on her, she was at his mercy.

“Don’t,” she pleaded, still struggling.

He just stared at the core of her female being, feeling his male pride swell at the fact that he had made her wet with orgasmic fluids.

“Don’t!” Sakura repeated, more forcefully.

Sai glanced up at her briefly, before his eyes fell back on the special place between her legs,

“Your fine Sakura, I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you,” he reassured, hungrily eyeing the thick, creamy white liquid dripping from her folds.

“You’ll love this,” he muttered, before settling himself again, his face just above her womanhood.

Removing his hands from her hips, he slowly pushed her legs farther apart. Reaching slightly upwards, he gently gripped her delicate folds, carefully parting them, to reveal her pinkish opening, which was laced with her beads of her own nectar.

“Mmmm,” Sai groaned, slowly lowering his face closer to her special place.

Sakura clenched her eyes shut, fearing the worst . . . pain.

The art jutsu master inhaled her fertile scent,

“goooooood,” he purred.

Leaning forward an inch, he slowly licked her wet opening, his entire tongue gliding upwards against the sensitive skin.

“Mmmmmm,” Sai growled, as he savored the delicious taste of her warm juices.

Meanwhile, Sakura was panting heavily, her body glistening with a thin sheet of sweat, she felt like she was in heaven, which was the total opposite of what she had been expecting.

“SAI!” She cried.

He continued to roughly lick her entrance, contently lapping her endless supply of sweet orgasmic fluids.

Before long, he found her petite feminine jewel, nestled between the tops of her folds.

“Perfect,” he mused, gently taking the little bundle of nerves into his mouth.

“AHHHHH!” The Kunoichi screeched, as her lover began to suck her clit, giving it the same treatment as he had her nipples.

Her climax was drawing nearer and they both knew it.

“OH GOD!”

Sai took two fingers and carefully inserted them into her slippery opening. Sakura yelped, feeling another wave of ecstasy.

“Come for me Sakura,” The art jutsu master commanded, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her, mimicking what he was eventually going to do with a different part of his body.

“AHHHH!”

“Come for me Sakura, let it go!”

He added a third finger and continued thrusting his digits in and out of her.

“S-S . . .Saa . . S-Saa . . .SSSSAAAAAII!” The maiden shrieked, as she felt the built-up heat in her abdomen release in a tidal wave of extreme hard-core pleasure.

Sai felt her inner muscles contract around his fingers as she came full force. Feeling as if all her energy had been drained, Sakura went limp, her body drenched with sweat.

“You enjoyed that I see,” Sai mused, removing his wet fingers from her womanhood, while also releasing her clit from his teeth.

“So did I.”

He licked his fingers clean of Sakura’s nectar, tasting her orgasm. Glancing back down at her swollen womanhood, he noticed that it was dripping wet from her climax, and though he felt greatly tempted to once again lower his mouth and lick her pink folds clean of the delicious substance until not a drop remained, he refrained from doing so. He knew that she would need a good lubricant for what was to come.

Crawling back up her body, he poised himself on top of her and pressed his erection against her dripping core,

“Are you ready?” He asked, gazing into her eyes.

She nodded, feeling dreamy.

“Alright, this might hurt a little,” he warned.

Again she nodded, understanding that there would be pain involved for the first few seconds, she was a virgin after all.

“I understand,” she softly said.

With a firm nod, the artist parted her folds with the fingers of his left hand, while he slowly guided himself to her opening, gently pushing his hips forward as he entered her. Once the aid of his hands was no longer needed, he rose his arms to rest on either side of Sakura, in a position similar to that of a push-up.

Sakura breathed heavily as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, his large member stretching her orgasm slick cavern.

“Shhhh,” Sai soothed.

She began to whimper, her inner flesh feeling like it was being torn by his massive manhood.

“Ow,” she whined, triggering him to kiss her forehead reassuringly.

“Just try to relax,” he instructed, as she further encased his member.

Sakura’s eyes became watery with tears, it felt as if a burning knife had been shoved inside her.

“Ahh . . . ahhh!” She sobbed, the tears now streaming down her cheeks like liquid diamonds.

“Hush, it’s alright,” Sai said tenderly, feeling the strong urge to pull out of her, he was causing her pain. However, he knew that the pain would quickly fade, as soon as he was seated within her. Indeed he was feeling pleasure from her tight sheath but she was crying and it hurt him to see her is such a state.

“Almost Sakura,” he whispered, pushing deeper into her heat.

“OWWW! AHHH!” The Kunoichi gasped, as Sai finally seated himself.

“Shhh, relax Sakura, I’m completely inside you now.”

Breathing franticly, her expression that of a cringe, she waited for the pain to pass, wrapping her arms around him as if to reassure herself.

“Hn,” Sai grunted, as she cuddled with him.

At last, Sakura felt the pain begin to fade and her tense body began to relax.

“Tell me when you feel no more pain,” Sai commanded, decorating her face with butterfly kisses.

Sakura nodded, feeling relieved as the pain level rapidly decreased, until it was completely gone.

“I’m fine now,” she said, obeying his orders.

“Good, now just relax,” he cooed, as he began a slow rhythm of thrusting in and out of her, pumping his huge dick effortlessly forward and backward due to her slippery lubricant.

Immediately, Sakura began to feel her body throb with an immense pleasure, that was centered at womanhood.

“Ahh, that feels so good,” Sakura breathed.

Sai chuckled,

“indeed.”

A thin sheet of sweat began to soak his body, as he began to pump faster and harder into her, feeling his entire being pulse with intense pleasure.

“Work with me Sakura,” he said, reaching down to tightly grip her wide hips.

“Meet my thrusts love,” he instructed, pulling her hips towards him every time he thrust forward.

Sakura nodded her understanding and began to thrust back at him, greatly increasing their pleasure.

Sai kept his hands on her hips but allowed her to do her own work, holding her only for the purpose of balance, as they came together over and over again.

He shuddered in ecstasy, his member practically vibrating with pleasure.

AH, SAAI! AH!” His lover screamed, slowly tossing her head left and right, her body soaked with sweat . . . their sweat.

“Almost Sakura,” the art jutsu master choked, feeling his orgasm growing nearer.

“Yes,” she hissed, digging her nails into the skin of his back, making little crescent moon shapes.

“SAKURA, OH GOD!”

Sai's thrusts grew more aggressive and desperate, as he edged his peak,

“SAKURA!”

She had to come first.

Reaching between them with his right hand, Sai found her clit and began to rub it, trying to make her come first, occasionally squeezing it for extra pleasure.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

Sakura’s breathing came in erratic gasps and her heart pounded mercilessly against her rib cage, as Sai teased her bundle of nerves.

“Let it out Sakura!”

The Kunoichi clung to him as she felt her inner muscles spasm,

“I’m coming!”

Sai released her clit and his thrusts became harder as she climaxed all over his manhood, her fleshy walls squeezing him tightly.

“Sakura,” he panted, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed.

“SAKURA!”

He thrust one final time and then spilled his seed deep within her womb, filling her, bringing her to completion.

“I . . . I love you,” he whispered softly, as he collapsed on top of her, Sakura's one arm wrapping around his neck to cuddle him while she used the other to run her fingers through his sweat damped hair to sooth him.

“I’ll always love you.”