Under the Mistletoe

A MultiSaku Advent Calendar


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Mummapaintstheblues

FM white


Spicyhanhbao

Mayskalih

Name
Bink/Britt
Writing Pseud
Binkerbell
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KankSaku(or KankuSaku), ShiSaku, KakaSaku
Profile Pic Credit
Spicybanhbao
Where do you draw inspiration from?
90% of it comes from music I listen to, 8% comes from me spouting off a ridiculous idea and others enabling me to write it, and 2% comes from somewhere even I don’t even know.
What is your favorite way to keep warm?
Under 8 blankets in my bed with one leg poking out with my fan on.

Name
H
Writing Pseud
Heartensoul
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, NaruSaku, InoSaku
Profile Pic Credit
Picrew
What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Driving around and looking at all the holiday decorations on homes.
What is your favorite winter food/drink?
Hot apple cider

Name
MrsSakuraHatake
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Ships
Kakasaku, Gensaku, Raisaku
Profile Picture Credit
jingmcastle
What are you most looking forward to about this event?
Exploring new pairings
Mittens, gloves, or bare fingers? Why?
Bare fingers. I live in the south, so we don't really have winter for more than a day or two

Name
Pixie
Writing Pseud
Deijinn
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, GaaSaku, ShikaSaku
Art credit
stingcunha
Give one piece of advice for your fellow writers
Unless you plan to professionally write, just enjoy writing your story for you
Mittens, gloves, or bare fingers? Why?
Fingerless gloves. I need that dexterity but I also want to retain some heat.

Name
kakashisgf
Writing Pseud
kakashisgf
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, ItaSaku, DeiSaku
Profile Pic Credit
RaizaGabriel
Where do you draw inspiration from?
Song lyrics, usually. Or sometimes just a single word or sentence will inspire a whole story.
What is your favorite holiday tradition?
My mom makes slow-cooked scalloped potatoes and ham. It's supposed to be for Christmas Day dinner, but we always get home from our Christmas Eve activities hungry, so we eat some late that night while we open our sibling gift exchange presents, wearing the PJs my mom gets us (new ones every year... I never have to buy pajamas haha).

Name
Tipsy
Writing Pseud
TipsyRaconteur
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, DeiSaku, GenSaku
Profile Pic Credit
Studio Pierrot
Where do you draw inspiration from?
I get a lot of my banter from my relationship with my husband. If my characters are being snarky with each other, there's a good chance it's lifted directly from our conversations.
What are you most looking forward to about this event?
Reading all the different rare pairs!

Name
Rika
Writing Pseud
lightweaver
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
Itasaku, Kakasaku, and uh, Itasaku
Profile Pic Credit
Kochou Nasia
One piece of advice for your fellow writers
Think of what would break your characters, and make them go through it. Think of the worst possible situation your characters could be stuck in, and force them to use their wits to get out of it. Humans grow through adversity, and it makes for a richer story!
Favourite winter food/drink
Starbucks peppermint mocha because I'm a basic bitch

Name
Zelha
Writing Pseud
Zelha
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, ItaSaku, GaaSaku
Profile Pic Credit
Barbara Gordon as Oracle by Guillem March, DC Comics
Favorite Writing Ritual
Load up a massive instrumental playlist, then load up on water, tea and candy and go to town on the keyboard. Been a while.
What is your favorite winter food/drink
I am demon-possessed with dried papaya slices with syrup and pineapple upside-down cake. As for drink, I can have whatever since my tropical ass doesn't have winter 😂😂😂

Name
al
Writing Pseud
al_holland
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, InoSaku, SasuNaruSaku
What is your favorite writing/drawing ritual?
BIG glass of red wine, some dancey tunes, and a whole night to myself
What is your favorite way to keep warm?
Big blanket by the fire, with hot apple cider and my fuzzy cow slippers

Name
Lily
Writing Pseud
LilyoftheShadow
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, ItaSaku, SasuNaruSaku
What is your favorite writing/drawing ritual?
Snuggle in with a cozy robe, lap desk, and coffee or wine. Plug in the headphones, pick a mood playlist, and just vibe with my characters! Bonus if I'm sprinting with all my favorite authors ♡
What are you most looking forward to about this event?
We're going to have an awesome variety of pairings and I'm so excited to read some rare pairs!!

Name
Kore
Writing Pseud
Petrikore
Role
Writer, Project Lead
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, GenSaku, KisaSaku
Profile Pic Credit
thatpinkshinobi
What was your favorite part of the event?
Watching all of the authors get excited, brainstorm, and cheer each other on!
Where is your ideal winter vacation destination?
I don't get snow where I'm at, so seeing some of that would be nice, haha. Maybe a nice mountain cabin for a week or two.

Name
Kay
Writing Pseud
kayparker20
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
KakaSaku, NejiSaku, ShikaSaku
Profile Pic Credit
Spicybanhbao
Where do you draw inspiration from?
A lot of my inspiration for ideas comes from music or talking about the WHAT IFs with friends. The inspiration to write in general definitely comes from it being an escape in childhood while English was also the subject I EXCELLED at in school that also truly brings me joy.
What is your favorite winter food/drink?
I am definitely a sucker for hot chocolate, and anything peppermint flavored, especially candy canes!

Name
Alex
Writing Pseud
thechaoscryptid
Role
Writer, Carrd Man
Top 3 Sakura Ships
RaiSaku, IbiSaku, KisaSaku
Profile Pic Credit
Picrew Artist
Give one piece of advice to your fellow writers
"Wasted" writing is a myth — practice is practice, even if it's bad writing. Experimentation and writing outside your comfort zone are vital to honing your skills. Even if you bin it immediately, you'll walk away having learned something, and that's what counts.
Ideal winter vacation destination
A small cottage in the woods, far away from society, with lots of good downhill skiing nearby

Name
Jane
Writing pseud
mummapaintstheblues
Role
Writer
Top 3 Sakura pairings
KakaSaku, GaaSaku, InoSaku
What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Favorite holiday tradition is making Christmas cakes in bulk and decorating them. House smells like magic for a week or two.
What is your favorite writing/drawing ritual?
Favorite writing ritual is my family size pack of m&ms (no, I don't share) by my side as I write. A small handful for each page, which is probably the reason I'm so jolly sized.

Name
Mitsuki
Writing Pseud
FM White
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
ItaSaku, KakaSaku, TobiSaku
Give one piece of advice for your fellow writers
Make every sentence count ❤️ I come across so many authors thinking they need to pad their writing to get longer chapters. Pad transitional chapters with character development or dialogue or anything interesting and don't be afraid to dive in!
Where is your ideal winter vacation destination?
Japan! Tokyo has great temperatures and sunshine in December and there's a time old holiday tradition of eating fried chicken on Christmas 😂❤️

Name
Oli
Artist Pseud
Spicybanhbao
Role
Artist
Top 3 Sakura Pairings
Shisaku, Itasaku, Kakasaku
Where do you draw inspiration from?
From my favourite artists and media! And just endless daydreaming that causes a lot of trouble but it's worth it
What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Making a ridiculously large snowball that takes forever to melt and persists even after all the other snow has melted

Name
Maya
Artist Pseud
mayskalih
Top 3 Sakura pairings
Kakasaku, Inosaku, Sasosaku
Mittens, gloves or bare fingers? Why?
Mittens because I feel like red panda in them
Where do you draw inspiration from?
A lot of ideas come from my dreams. And I love drawing for other people, visualizing their ideas.

Author: Binkerbell
Ship: YamaSaku
Prompt: Shared Body Heat
Read on AO3
“Well,” Yamato said, looking around the pathetic shack they’d found. “This’ll keep us dry at least.”“Too late for our wet clothes though, huh,” Sakura remarked, shivering and cursing the sudden winter storm.An empty twin bed sat against the wall next to a fireplace screen, with no fireplace in sight. One blanket sat on top. Sakura quickly realized they’d have to share more than that scrappy blanket to stay warm tonight; her inner mind purred at the thought of being so close to him. Outwardly she frowned, knowing Yamato would probably overlook her attraction. She’d been mooning over him for months, subtly flirting with him, making innuendos during spars, missions—any outing really—but nothing seemed to clue him in. She’d given up, even if her heart ached at the thought.Yamato hummed, eyes indecipherable. “Let’s get out of these clothes.”Sakura raised one brow and smirked. It still couldn’t hurt to try flirting to see his reaction.“So forward, Yamato,” she laughed.He blushed, coughing.“No, I, that’s not—”“I know. ” Sakura smiled softly. “Come on, let’s get warm.”She didn’t miss his flushed ears as he glanced at the bed.
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Four hours later, Sakura woke up, her bare legs tangled in the blanket, something warm poking her thigh. Her cheek plastered on Yamato’s naked chest, Sakura whimpered as she wriggled against him, trying to get comfortable despite whatever was prodding her.She sighed softly as she fidgeted, her sleep-addled brain not registering what exactly she was rubbing against. She just needed to find the right position to go back to sleep. Another shift of her hips had his limb slipping between her legs, brushing against her damp panties with a soft twitch. Her cunt throbbed at the contact; she moaned as she continued moving her hips, now chasing the pleasurable feeling building in her core.“Sakura,” a rough voice said. Two strong hands gripped her hips.Sakura blearily opened her eyes, blinking up at Yamato’s flushed face, wondering why he stopped her. His pupils were blown wide as he bit his lip. God, what she would do to bite that lip for him.“What?” she asked, whining when she couldn’t move.Another twitch against her pussy clued her in. Yamato let out a groan as she gasped, suddenly awake.That was his cock. His thick and heavy, very hard cock pulsing against her cunt.“Fuck, Yamato, I—”“Please stay still, Sakura,” Yamato rasped, thumbs digging into her skin.His breath was hot against her cheeks. She inhaled sharply, nipples tightening beneath her very thin, cropped tank. She almost regretted not packing extra clothes. But feeling Yamato’s hard body entangled with hers had Sakura’s heart racing.Looking up, she took in his strong jaw, bringing a hand up to trace his lower lip with her thumb.She felt him stiffen. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Yamato stared.“Sakura—”“What if I don’t want to stay still?” she whispered, carefully grinding down against him. “I’ve waited long enough for you to get the hint.”“Hint? I’m sorry, I don’t—”“You haven’t noticed me throwing myself at you lately?” She smiled sadly.“I didn’t think you meant it,” he said after a moment. “I didn’t dare—”Sakura met his eyes. He brought a hand up to move some hair out of her face, gaze soft. When he looked at her lips, she let herself have him.Yamato gasped into her kiss, this time not stopping her from grinding against him. She reached down and moved her panties to the side, her fingers brushing against his erection.“Fuck me, Yamato, please,” she begged, breathless as he trailed kisses down her neck.His hands quickly took off her shirt before squeezing her tits. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked. Sakura moaned and reached down blindly, slipping her hand into his underwear and freeing his cock.Yamato grunted as she rubbed him against her soaked slit, coating him in her essence. She quivered at the weight of his cock against her cunt, but before she could think anymore about it, Yamato reached down, grabbed himself, and slipped inside her.“Oh, god,” Sakura gasped, frozen as she adjusted to the pleasant stretch of him inside her.“Sorry, give me a minute,” Yamato rasped, pressing his forehead to hers.Sakura laughed, kissing the underside of his chin.“I can’t believe Ino’s theory was right,” she murmured. At his bewildered look, she pecked his lips. “You’re splitting me in half with your cock. Fuck, it feels good.”Yamato relaxed against her. With another sweet kiss to her cheek, he tentatively pulled his hips back before pushing forward again. Sakura let out a broken moan, her hands wrapping around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.“Fuck, Sakura, you’re so perfect,” Yamato murmured hotly into her ear. “Can’t believe you want me.”“Of course I do,” Sakura crooned, mewling as Yamato hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. “Oh, gods, right there.”Yamato kept up his pace, fucking into that same spot over and over. His fingers rubbed her clit as he fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, his thick cock dragging across every inch of her pussy. Before she knew it, Sakura’s toes clenched as she spasmed beneath Yamato, moaning his name.“Sakura,” Yamato rasped, moving his hips faster before coming with a shout.Panting, Yamato laid his head against her neck, pressing little kisses against her heated skin. Sakura hummed as she felt their mixed juices leaking out of her pussy. Yamato pulled away first, lying on his back, but Sakura snuggled into his side with a content sigh.“I’ll be ready for round two in a little bit,” Sakura murmured.Yamato spluttered, color darkening his cheeks.Sakura giggled, kissing his chest. “What? We need to stay warm throughout the night. I’m still cold.”Yamato chuckled and kissed the seal on her forehead. “I won’t let you ever be cold again.”

Author: Heartensoul
Ship: NaruSaku
Prompt: "I got you something"
Read on AO3
“I got you something,” Naruto told his wife when she arrived at his office. Neither were patient, so he hurried her down the hallway towards her present.Sakura examined the room with curiosity, then her eyes widened at the nameplate. “An office?”“So you don’t have to keep running between the Tower and hospital,” Naruto explained.She walked around the room, and he could see she was imagining covering the bare walls with bookshelves and plants. As she stepped forward to inspect her desk, her demeanor changed from pleased to mischievous.“How about we break it in?” she whispered.While his body was in immediate agreement, he hesitated. “Uh–Sakura-chan, it’s working hours. There are people around, and you’re not exactly quiet, y’know.”Sakura wasn’t impressed. “Aren’t you the Hokage?” she huffed. “Unless you’d prefer I go home–”She knew his weakness: He never refused a challenge. She let out an amused squeak as he lifted her onto the desk and brushed the nameplate out of their way.“Are you going to be good and keep it down?” He gave her a pointed look as his thumb traced her bottom lip.She grinned again and pulled his finger into her mouth, then moaned against it. “Of course, Hokage-sama.”She absolutely wouldn’t keep quiet.Not willing to give this up, he replaced his finger with his lips and made the hand signals to produce a clone. More hands to keep Sakura occupied meant less opportunities for outside attention.“Mmm, good idea,” she praised, then recaptured his mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance as they slowly pulled away each other’s clothing to expose more skin to fondle and tease.“Don’t forget me!” The clone complained.Naruto pulled back just enough to give Sakura room to reach for his clone and pull him in. The clone excitedly situated himself directly behind her and began sucking an overly-sensitive spot on her collarbone, making her giggle and sigh.“How about we send him back to do paperwork? I know what you need,” Naruto’s clone murmured while nuzzling Sakura’s neck and playing with her nipples.Sakura huffed out a laugh.“You’re the support team,” Naruto gritted out with a glare. Warning given, he refocused on his wife, his lips traveling to her thigh, her calf, her ankle, and slowly up her other leg. Once at her center, he pressed teasing kisses around her clit and pressed a finger inside of her wet heat.“More,” she demanded, spreading her legs wider and tilting her head further back to give both better access. Her face flushed and eyes glazed, her hands fluttered between the two men. “Stop teasing,” she whined with a tug on Naruto’s hair.Only a fool would ignore a horny Sakura, so he spread her inner lips and circled his tongue directly against her clit. She gasped, pushing his face against her center.“Ooh, like that. Lick me harder–ahhh,” she cried out.“Somebody’ll hear,” the jealous clone chastised.“Then do something about it,” Sakura challenged.There was a shared look between them, then his clone coaxed Sakura across the desk, tilting her head back until it hung off the edge. Both men shared a grin as the clone unfastened his pants.Sakura moaned and opened her mouth expectantly, her hand falling away from Naruto’s head to focus on swallowing down his clone’s cock. It wasn’t long before she pressed against Naruto’s mouth with every one of his clone’s thrusts. Unable to stand the pressure, he undid his own pants and stroked himself in time with them, all the while keeping his attention between her trembling thighs.“You’re so close already,” he murmured, pulling away from her when he felt her muscles begin to contract against his fingers. He chuckled when she wrapped her legs around his head in an effort to keep him there, and he gave her outer thigh a pinch as he stood between her.“Impatient,” he said fondly, then entered her in one stroke. She arched in response, and his clone hissed as he was shoved further down her throat.They quickly found a rhythm fucking back and forth into Sakura. Naruto watched as Sakura played with her own clit and one nipple, her face out of sight, her head carefully cradled in his clone’s hands. He moaned as the column of her throat spasmed in response to a hard thrust, then he focused on the wet sounds erupting between the three of them as their desire echoed through the undecorated room.“Sakura-chan,” he moaned, slamming into her as she gurgled against his clone’s cock. “I love having you like this.”All too quickly, the clone came with a shout and then evaporated. Naruto’s eyes met Sakura’s as she slowly sat up on her elbows, her face flushed and lips swollen. She licked her lips of the remaining cum and —“Oh <I>fuck</I>.” Naruto shuddered as he absorbed his clone’s experience: Sakura’s hot, wet mouth surrounding his cock as her tongue and throat mercilessly teased him. “Fuck, Sakura. Fuck.”He almost came right then, but she leaned forward and pressed their mouths together, distracting him.“Your clone fucked my mouth so well,” she purred. “Are you going to let him upstage you?”“Heh, never.” Control renewed, he lifted her until only his head remained inside her, then slammed back home.“Harder,” she commanded, and his grip tightened as their bodies repeatedly slapped together, their fluids dripping onto her desk.“Need you to come on my cock,” he urged, though she didn’t seem to hear him over her eagerness to press him deeper. She was wailing at that point, all hope of discretion lost.He hissed when her muscles clenched around him, and with a few more thrusts he was emptying inside her.Afterward, they laid across the desk catching their breath.“I wonder how much work I’ll get done here,” she wondered aloud, voice alight with humor.Naruto wisely kept his thoughts to himself.

Author: MrsSakuraHatake
Ship: ShikakuSaku
Prompt: Naughty/Nice List
Read on AO3
Sakura’s coat was wrapped tightly around her, a poor barrier against the howling winds as she walked up to his door. With a deep breath to fortify her resolve, she placed her hand on the cold knob. It wasn’t too late; she could turn back now. But she knew she wouldn’t. She was exactly where she wanted to be.She pushed the door open and slipped inside, shutting it, and taking a moment to revel in the warmth.She’d just had time to wonder why it was so dark when Shikaku’s voice filled the room. “You promised.”“I know, but there was an emergency,” she pouted, tugging her coat off. She was just about to throw it onto the back of the nearest chair when she felt the tell-tale shiver of shadows moving slowly over her tingling skin before wrapping around her tightly. Shocked, Sakura dropped the coat as she slammed back into the door behind her.The lamp beside the sofa clicked on, lighting Shikaku’s stern face. “You’ve been a very naughty girl. You said you’d work ten hours, and now look at you, too tired to even put up a fight.”She hated that he was right. She’d come home too many times without enough energy left to do anything more than fall into bed ignoring everyone around her. She’d hoped her choice of a festive, and very short, Mrs. Claus red nighty trimmed in fur would have distracted him. She should have known better. “I’m sorry.”The shadows holding her wrist at her side, lifted her arms above her head, pinning them to the door as Shikaku deliberately stood, looking her over. “What was that?”Despite how tired she was, Sakura could feel that fire sparking deep in her belly and an ache between her legs. Looking directly at him, she spoke up. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to. If you let me, I’ll show you just how nice I can be.”She licked her lips, holding his gaze. “I can be so nice to you, Daddy. All you have to do is let me go.”“That’s not how this works, Princess. You’re gonna stay right where you are.”“But Da…” Sakura’s words were cut off as the shadows moved over her mouth, silencing her. Her eyes were wide with shock, she didn’t even know that could happen.“None of that.” He still hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch, the intensity of his stare set her ablaze. All she wanted was for him to touch her. Anywhere. Everywhere.Instead of fighting it, Sakura nodded her understanding, closing her eyes and hoping he would take mercy on her soon. Slowly she felt the tendrils of inky black creeping over her skin, snaking their way up her legs, across the top of her breast, everywhere that wasn’t covered by her skimpy lingerie, leaving a tingling everywhere they touched.He made a show of pulling the tie from his hair, letting it fall around his shoulders, and Sakura couldn’t help but tug at the restraints on her arms. Shikaku only smirked in response as he crossed the space between them. The bastard. He knew she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through his hair, and pull him close to her.Instead all she could do was hope he would grant her relief soon. The shadows keeping her quiet pulled away, but before she could speak he slanted his mouth over hers. Sakura opened to him, ready to take whatever he would give her, kissing him back with all the desperation that had already overwhelmed any rational thought.Shikaku broke the kiss for air, and looked her over, no longer struggling against her bonds. His kiss had taken all the remaining fight from her. Whatever he saw must have pleased him, because he finally touched her, his fingers ghosted along her skin, from her knee to the fur hem of her skirt.His eyebrow raised in surprise, but his face remained as stern as ever. “No panties? You really are a naughty girl.”“I thought you’d like it, Daddy.”Unable to hold himself back any longer, Shikaku sank to his knees before her. “Oh I do.”The pull of Shikaku’s chakra wrapped around her spread her legs wide as he settled himself between them.Sakura could only gasp as his tongue slowly—so, so slowly—teased from her center to her clit, with just enough pressure to leave her aching for more. Sakura couldn’t help but tug at her wrist, wanting to bury her fingers in his hair and force him exactly where she needed him. She could almost feel his scolding look as he bit her thigh. Taking the message, Sakura relaxed into his touch and let him take over.Sakura panted and keened as he worked her cunt expertly, alternating between long slow licks and sucking her clit until she was reduced to nothing more than profanity and begging. She was teetering on the edge of bliss, ready to fall over, when Shikaku’s long fingers slipped inside her, pressing against that sweet spot he knew so well, and that was all it took. All the teasing and tensions exploded into a tidal wave of pleasure that washed over her.“Fuck,”she moaned as her inner walls clamped around his fingers.He continued to work them slower and slower until he’d pulled every ounce of pleasure from her. He carefully pulled his fingers from her and stood back up. Sakura hung limply to the door, every nerve sated… for now.Shikaku watched her closely as he licked his hand clean before releasing his jutsu and scooping her into his arms. “You did so good, Princess,” he mumbled into her hair.“Mmmmmm, thank you daddy.”“Can you stand?”Sakura nuzzled closer to him. “Don’t wanna.”“How about a bath then?”“Can I wash your hair?”With a soft chuckle, he turned them both towards the bathroom. “Anything you want.”

Author: Deijinn
Ship: ShinoSaku
Prompt: Stranded
Read on AO3
Hot hands dipped beneath her cable-knit sweater, her skin blooming with goosebumps as the rough pads of his fingers brushed against the dip of her waist. The buffalo check blanket pooled around her thighs as she favored the warmth of his body against her than any amount of wool in the prefect. Her fingers traced the veins of his forearm as they extricated themself from his sweater sleeves. Her hand moved to cover one of Shino’s, giving it a gentle squeeze as her other carded through his hair, which was just as coarse as she remembered it. The thought left Sakura dizzy.She was so glad her car crapped out on the backroads.“Teach me how to touch you.” She whispered against his lips. The groan that escaped his lips was downright feral in response as he tightened his grip on her hips. “Show me what feels good.” Her cheek brushed against his as she moved to press her lips to his ear. ”Let me make up for lost time…if you want to, of course.”She shivered as his hand glided over the curve of her ass, face flushing as the low rumble from his chest revved the engine on her desire.“‘If I want to,’ she says.” He growled out, his lips attaching themselves to her neck as his hands hiked her sweater higher, calloused fingers sending lightning crackling along her ribcage hotter than the crackle of the fire. They dipped under the band of her bralette, and she momentarily cursed herself for not wearing something cuter. The way his palms cupped her breast made the thought disappear.Sakura moaned as his thumbs grazed over her nipples, and she tugged impatiently at his sweater. She didn’t think about how his gravelly chuckle made her core clench in need as he pulled away, letting her strip him of the thick crewneck. Her eyes roamed over the new expanse of skin, prickled from the cooler air it was exposed to. Her eyes drifted to the faint scars under his pecs and she smiled, their eyes meeting before her lips were back to his for a heated kiss.They fell into a slow, rocking rhythm as their kiss lingered, tongues tangling as Sakura’s hands explored Shino’s form. She tried to memorize the lines of his body, the cut of his hips barely hidden by the cut of his sweatpants. There was no bulge where Sakura’s hips met his, but she found that she didn’t really care. She had Shino under her fingertips, and she would take his soul in whatever body.Shino’s hands slid to cover hers, guiding her hands to his waist, and she couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips as he squeezed her hands gently. Her thumbs massaged his muscles, and the moan that caught in his throat sent shivers down her spine. He grinned sheepishly, shifting so Sakura was on her back across the oversized couch.She felt something in herself purr in satisfaction as his hips snapped against hers, blunt fingernails scraping against her hip bones as her foot hooked onto his calf. She took her time, memorizing every inch of muscle in the small of his waist before her eyes lingered on the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his sweats.Sakura trailed her fingertips down the rippled muscles, silently thanking the girls’ day she had with Ino as her manicured nails left red lines in their wake. Dipping below his waistband, she paused. Her eyes locked with Shino’s, the playfulness darkening to something a bit more serious.“Is this ok?” She asked, hoping she wasn’t misreading the way his hips trembled under her touch.“You’re fucking killing me here Sakura. Either touch me or let me touch you.” His voice was tight with what little control he had. The tension melted away as she huffed a chuckle, her fingers slipping further under his waistband.One hand curled around the nape of his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss. Her fingers found his sex, the pad of her fingers ghosting over the sensitive flesh, finding more confidence in the moans that rumbled against her chest but never made it from his lips. She teased up and down the engorged flesh, nibbling the pout of his bottom lip when he pulled away to gasp.“Fuck, Sakura!”His breath was hot against her face as he rolled his hips into her fingers, the hair under her digits already slick with precum as she rested his forehead on her own. Her other hand tangled in the hair on the nape of his neck, locking him in place as she allowed him to set the pace of her strokes, the blush across her cheeks burning brighter as his hips stuttered in their rhythm. She took over, humming in satisfaction as the timbre of his moans turned guttural, his body quaking before finally retreating from her touch.Sakura could watch him fall apart under her hands forever and never tire of it. The way his body trembled to hold himself up in the wake of his orgasm. The way the sweat pooled at the tip of his nose before it landed on the armrest above her head. How the tendon in his neck jumped with every wave of pleasure. The way he moaned her name.She pulled her hand away, mesmerized at the way her fingers glistened in the firelight as she brought them to her lips. She swiped her tongue across the ridges of her fingerprints, her core clenching at the taste of him. Her eyes slid from her own hand to hold his gaze, feeling like a deer in headlights at the way the flames made his eyes glow like amber.“I think it’s time we move this somewhere with a bit more leg room.”She could only nod in agreement as she was gathered in his arms, hiding her bashful smile in the crook of his neck as he carried her down the hallway.

Author: Kakashisgf
Ship: KakaSaku
Prompt: Stuck In A Blizzard
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"You're not writing." Sakura tapped the desk menacingly."Do I have to?" Kakashi gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, which she refused to find cute."'If you let me read Icha Icha for one hour, Sakura-chan,'" she mimicked. "'I promise I'll finish my mission report.'"Kakashi scratched the back of his neck. "I did say that, didn't I?""Yes. And I'm not going to bear shishou's wrath because you made us late—again." Sakura stood. "I need wine."Moments later, she set two glasses and an open bottle onto the kotatsu. They worked quietly, the only sounds the scratching of pens on paper and the occasional clink of a glass being set down. By the time they finished, the bottle was empty, and the wind outside was rattling her windows."I guess I should get going," Kakashi said, though he seemed to hesitate, and the tension that had been occurring between them lately resurfaced.Sakura wanted to ask him to stay, but the wine hadn't given her the courage she'd hoped it would, so she just bit back a sigh. "See you tomorrow."Kakashi nodded, then turned to open the door. The second he did, the wind blew a heap of snow into the house. He quickly closed it.Sakura gaped. "Was there supposed to be a blizzard?"Kakashi shook his head. "The last time I looked at the weather was… never."She rolled her eyes. "Should've expected that."He winked shamelessly. "It seems I'll have to teleport.""About that… I may have put seals around outside so you couldn't disappear without finishing your report…"Kakashi blinked. "So I can't teleport without going out into that ?""Um, yes."He was quiet for a moment, then shrugged. "Guess you're stuck with me. Is there more wine?"Sakura laughed. "Yep.""Movie?" He held up Icha Icha Sleigh Ride , retrieved from god-knows-where.Sakura lifted an eyebrow. "You carry that around?"Kakashi frowned. "Of course not—that would be weird. I bought it today."She looked at him skeptically before heading to the kitchen. When she returned, he was on the couch, remote in hand.Suddenly, inexplicably nervous, Sakura refilled their glasses and sat down next to him."What am I getting myself into?" she sighed.Kakashi just grinned and pressed play.This was a mistake, Sakura thought when the first sex scene began. How could she watch that with Kakashi sitting so close, especially given those little moments recently where there'd clearly been something happening between them?As the moans from the TV echoed through the room, Sakura grew more aware than ever of his body heat beside her, of his natural, masculine scent and the rise and fall of his chest. Unable to stop herself, she peeked over—only to find him looking back.The darkness in his expression made her bite her lip, and when his eyes followed the movement, her breath caught."Kaka–" she started, but a woman's desperate "Please" from the TV interrupted her. The sound seemed to suck all the air from the room, and, wordlessly, Kakashi lifted a hand to her jaw. When his thumb pressed into her bottom lip, Sakura's heart stopped.Anything else she might have said was lost as he drew her closer. Lips inches apart, he glanced at the couple on screen, and she unconsciously did too. The woman was naked, her full breasts bouncing as she rode her lover. The sight sent a burning sensation down to Sakura's core, made hotter by Kakashi's touch.He turned back to her, and she saw a smoldering heat in his eyes that matched the one swirling between her legs. When he leaned in to kiss her, she didn't stop him.Their mouths met, and Sakura could taste the wine on his tongue as he dipped it past her lips. Whether it was the sounds of sex from the movie or that the tension between them had finally broken, their first, hesitant kisses quickly turned fiery, and before she knew it, Kakashi had pinned her to the couch."Fuck," he hissed when she rolled her hips to bring them together where they burned the hottest. "Sakura…"The moans and needy breaths from the screen intensified, and Kakashi's hands ventured down between Sakura’s legs. She arched into his touch as he pulled her bottoms aside to bare her pussy, then teased her clit before thrusting a finger deep inside.Sakura cried out, and he plunged into her again. With one, then two fingers, he brought her nearer the edge."Do you want me to fuck you?" he rasped against her ear.Struggling to think straight through her arousal, Sakura managed a strangled "Yes."Nibbling her neck, Kakashi used his free hand to push down his pants, and it was mere moments before his cock replaced his fingers with a rough thrust.They both groaned, and then he was moving, a slow, deep rocking that gradually sped up until the sounds of their coupling matched those from the movie. Surprisingly, it turned Sakura on, and she clung to Kakashi's shoulders."More," she moaned.He obliged, his hard thrusts almost unbearably arousing.And then he started rubbing her clit in time, and the dual sensation was overwhelming."I'm gonna come," the woman on screen breathed."Me too…" Sakura panted, and Kakashi tightened his hold."Let me hear you," he growled, his voice dark as he raised his head to watch her.That heated gaze was the last straw, and she came, a shout stifled in her throat by the intensity of her orgasm as he continued to pound into her.Seconds later, he stiffened, his hands digging into her ass, his head dropping to her shoulder as he filled her with his cum.With one last thrust, he kissed her roughly. "You're fucking incredible...” After slowing to a languid kiss, he reached over to turn off the TV. "Don't need that anymore."Sakura hummed in agreement, then paused to look up at him. "Well, maybe occasionally…"Kakashi chuckled. "I'm amenable to that."

Author: TipsyRaconteur
Ship: KisaSaku
Prompt: Ice
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“Cold day?”Sakura roused from her half-doze at the sound of her husband’s amused voice behind her, sinking a bit lower into the sinfully hot water that surrounded her. Every day that she had to slog home through the snow, she ended up in their large, sunken bath—and Kisame knew it.“Just because you never get cold doesn’t mean you can tease me about it,” she said without opening her eyes.She felt his large shadow fall over her as he crouched behind her. That low rumble that she loved so much in her ear: “You look pretty warm to me.” He traced down her cheek with a calloused fingertip. “You’re all flushed.”“I am a little steamy,” Sakura admitted.“Good,” she heard him say, and she felt him move away from her.Sakura finally opened her eyes, tilting her head to look at him, ready to ask him why—but she forgot what she was going to say as soon as she took in the very blue, very naked form of her husband.He had what looked like a glass of water, and ice tinkled in the glass as he took a rather large swig. He bent to put the glass beside the tub, and when he straightened, he had a large ice cube trapped in his pointed grin.“Kisame, what are you—” Sakura began, squeaking slightly as he stepped down into the bath and the water level rose with him. Straightening enough to keep her head above water, she watched his muscular body slip into the water.He stopped with his chin just above the water, still with that dangerous grin, before he closed his lips over the ice and disappeared beneath the surface. He didn’t even take a breath first. The benefits of a man with gills.Sakura hummed as she felt Kisame’s large hands skimming up her hips to her sides, and she happily let him tug her closer to the edge of the bench she sat on. She spread her legs for him to let him come closer. Grasping his smooth arms beneath the water, she started to relax, right up to the point that his cold mouth closed around her nipple.After the steaming warmth of the water, his mouth was frigid, and he tongued and sucked her nipple into a peak before abandoning it for her other nipple, until both of them were stiff and begging for more attention. When he moved to kiss his way down her sternum, the hot water on her nipples burned deliciously.He kissed his way down to her navel, flicking his cold tongue into it, making Sakura squeak in surprise. She felt him grin against her skin, grazing her with his sharp teeth. He lowered himself further into the water and guided her knees to loop over his broad shoulders, spreading her legs further, and she let out a whimper as he began to leave chilled kisses down the inside of her thighs. He dragged his mouth down the inside of one leg only to switch to the other, nipping at her occasionally—teasing her like he knew she liked to be teased.As his wicked teeth and tongue made their icy way closer to her center, the anticipation built inside Sakura, coiling in her abdomen. That was before he pulled her off of the bench entirely, holding her head above water with one thick arm curled under her back. She felt completely weightless in the swirling water, and she let her eyes flicker shut again.When his tongue flicked out and traced the very edges of her folds, it was still cold enough to send a thrill down her spine. Sakura whimpered and moved her hands underwater to slide her fingers into his hair, gripping. It only seemed to encourage him—his mouth covered her, his lips and tongue exploring her and teasingly avoiding her clit. Even under water, he had to make her beg.There were moments where he would pull away from her just enough to let the hot water swirl in, leaving Sakura’s tender flesh perfectly tantalized by the alternating temperatures. His tongue was nearly lukewarm as it circled her clit again, still teasing. One of his strong fingers, as warm as the water around her, pressed lightly at her entrance, stroking, teasing.Knowing he would hear her, Sakura whined, “Kisame, please!”His mouth finally closed over her clit, still chilled enough inside to make her cry out. In the same moment he slid his finger inside her, curling it upward, and the way that the water partially washed away her slickness just made her feel wonderfully tight around the single digit.His tongue warmed as he swirled it around her clit, closing his lips and gently sucking it into his mouth. It felt like his mouth was warming in response to her rising pleasure. And then he pulled water into his mouth as well, the combination of the fading cold in his tongue and the hot water making Sakura whine for him.He didn’t make her wait anymore.Finished holding back, he devoured her. Sakura surrendered to him as he drew her pleasure higher and higher, stroking inside her as his lips and tongue expertly pleasured her clit. Her fingers fisted in his hair, thighs tightening around his head. When she came, she went rigid in the water, gasping into the steamy air as she shook in her husband’s grasp.As she came down, Kisame surfaced from the water, his second arm coming around to cradle her to his chest. He gave her that sharp-toothed grin while she caught her breath, but was gentle when he dipped his head to lightly nip her neck.Between pants, Sakura said, “Kisame.”“Yes, baby.”“…Is there any more ice?”She felt him grin against her neck as he said, “There sure is.”Sakura smiled, giving a feline stretch in his arms before she kissed his cheek and pulled away from him.“Good.”

Author: Lightweaver
Ship: ItaSaku
Prompt: Candlelight
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Sakura wandered the candlelit gardens aimlessly, trying to ignore the depressing feeling of being at the annual holiday party alone. Sasuke had broken up with her right before heading off on a mission six months ago, and she hadn’t heard from him since.One day, he will realize that we’re meant to be, she vowed. This was normal for them and their on-again, off-again relationship. He’d come crawling back when he realized he couldn’t get better sex with anyone other than Sakura. He always did.She rounded a corner and spotted Sasuke sitting in a darkened corner, holding a cup of sake.He was back, and he hadn’t even told her?Her heart pounded as she saw some girl flirting with him. And then, the girl had the audacity to touch him, running a hand down his bicep, and he didn’t even try to shrug her off.Sakura stormed over to them, releasing killing intent. She twisted the girl’s wrist so she’d get the message to never lay her filthy hands on her man again. “Back off,” Sakura hissed. “He’s mine.” She watched, satisfied, as the bitch retreated, and turned to remind Sasuke exactly why she was the only one for him.She straddled his lap and consumed his lips in a kiss, allowing all the unfulfilled desire of the past six months without him to seep through. His lips remained loose against hers, and she could have strangled him. First, he allowed another girl to encroach on Sakura’s territory, then he couldn’t even be bothered to kiss her properly?An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and he finally reciprocated, sucking on her bottom lip. She rolled her hips against his, rubbing herself against his arousal. He’d never even think of looking at another girl ever again. Heat pooled in her belly from the ferocity of his kiss – far more passionate than the ones they’d previously shared.She clutched his necklace, another hand tugging at his ponytail, and –Wait.Necklace. Ponytail.Her eyes flew open, and she froze as she registered the tear troughs, the thinner face.This wasn’t Sasuke.It was his brother.Realizing that she had stopped responding, Itachi broke away from the kiss. He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, watching her with a scorching intensity that turned her insides to mush.“My brother,” he said, “is an absolute fool, to choose to stay home when he could have been with a siren like you.” He dipped his head to capture her lips in another searing kiss.Her heart shattered even as his hands caressed the length of her body, setting her nerves aflame. Sasuke really was back? And he hadn’t bothered to seek her out. Would he even care that she was sitting on his brother’s lap under the romantic candlelight, making out with him?“Choose me, Sakura,” Itachi’s voice interrupted her thoughts, his dulcet tones making her shiver. “You might like me better.”She’d been chasing the wrong brother all along. She owed Sasuke nothing. He didn’t care about her. And here was Itachi, just as sexy, if not more, and he wanted her.With that giddy thought, she sank to her knees before Itachi and pulled his cock out of his pants, not caring if anyone saw. He was hard for her, and she would stake her claim then and there so no other skank would ever dare touch him.“Mine,” she whispered, kissing it. She looked up, and saw Itachi gazing at her with the blazing crimson of the Sharingan, wearing an adoring expression. For her. “You’ll have to earn the right to call it yours,” he said. Oh, she’d show him.Eagerly, she began licking his cock up the sides, enjoying how Itachi writhed under her ministrations. He moaned, and she felt a thrill at his approval. She took his length into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and slurping with fervor, wanting to wring every last drop of cum he had to give her. She imagined seeing his hunger – for her – again, and her hand immediately found its way under her skirt.Itachi’s hands wound themselves through her hair, tugging with appreciation. “Gods, Sakura,” he groaned, thrusting erratically into her mouth. “Are you that aroused just from sucking me off? Is this what you do? Get on your knees for any man?”“Only you, Itachi,” she whined. This was important, they were meant to be, she couldn’t let him think otherwise. “Just keep looking at me like that, Itachi, please. I’ll be yours and yours alone.”He petted her head, and Sakura took him back into her mouth, sucking as if her life depended on it. Here goes nothing, she thought, plunging his cock even deeper down her throat, fighting the urge to gag. She’d show him they were perfect together, she’d take him so well, she’d take all of him.“Keep sucking like that with your pretty little mouth and I’ll make you mine,” Itachi swore, and the thought that he'd recognized that they were for forever – that was enough to push Sakura over the edge. The heat that had slowly built up within her boiled over, and she was lost in ecstasy.Itachi clearly recognized the way she writhed, and his lips curved up with satisfaction. “Such a slut, cumming just from blowing me,” he said, and Sakura withdrew her hand from her clit, coated in her juices, and fondled his balls with it, because yes, she was his slut, his alone.Itachi stilled, and she felt him spill himself down her throat. She took it all, careful not to lose a single drop from their first joining.He pulled out of her mouth, and stroked her head. “You’re a treasure,” he sighed, and Sakura’s heart swelled with joy. “Come back home with me. Let’s show my brother what he missed out on,” he said, and Sakura couldn’t think of a better way to spend the first night of the rest of their lives.

Author: Deijinn
Ship: ChouSaku
Prompt: Peppermint
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The giggle that erupted from Sakura’s lips as the clang of a metal bucket broke the heavy pants that filled the darkness. She pressed her fingers into the sturdy muscle of her captor….captive? Who really knew at this point. She was 4 spiked hot chocolates deep at the company party, and the satin of her party dress was feeling too tight against her hips, the fabric feeling too cool against her fevered skin.Her fingers grasped onto the rolled sleeves of the flannel that was stretched against surprisingly firm pectoral muscles. A soft, surprised moan escaped her as his lips claimed hers, large hands curling around her hips and pulling her closer. The warmth of them made the bloom of need that caused her to shove Chouji into the supply closet initially roared back to life.“And here I thought we were trying to keep this on the down low.” He chuckled, crushing the delicate satin fabric in his palms as he slid it above her hips. She hooked her leg around his hip, grinning playfully before kissing him deeply once more. She felt the muscles in his arms flex and her other leg left the tiled floor, and her heels clattering to the floor and she locked her legs around his waist.Hungry hands slid from her hips down to her ass, a possessive growl rumbling from his throat before he pulled his lips from hers, peppering kisses from her cheek to her collarbone, his arms lifting her in his grasp like she weighed nothing to give himself more skin of hers to explore. She let out a satisfying sigh as the prickle of his beard rasped against her decolletage, nosing the flimsy strap down her shoulder before capturing her exposed nipple in his mouth.Sakura let out a soft gasp as his tongue circled the tight peak of her nipple, her fingers finding purchase on his shoulders, the buffalo check of the fabric warping as she twisted the fabric in her hands. Her hips rolled fruitlessly into the soft flesh of his belly, trying to get any kind of friction against her core. The soft tut of disapproval beneath her made her whine.She huffed as he put her down, his large frame surrounding her with a furnace worth of warmth as meaty hands slid the dress from her shoulders slowly, the kiss of satin slipping off her form causing shivers down her spine. They were in a supply closet for christ sake. She should feel like a cheap whore, not a priceless relic.And yet, the way Chouji slid his hands against her body had reverence. She had never had a man that damn near worshiped her anytime he could get her alone the way Chouji did. He took his time with her, making sure no inch of her skin didn’t know the feel of his lips. The only indicator of rushing being when his lips didn’t follow the path of his hands as they skirted her curves this time around.The dampness of her panties clung to her skin as he tugged them down. Her leg hiked as he hooked her knee with his elbow, her body weight leaning against his as his fingers found her clit.“Neither one of us brought other clothes to wear, you silly woman.” He teased in her ear as the rough pad of his thumb dipped into the wetness of her pussy before lightly circling her clit, two fingers delving deep inside. He knew exactly where to touch her to make her weak.“That shirt is what got you in this closet in the first place.” Sakura’s voice was husky as she teased back, hands groping to find the hard bulge past the zipper on the black denim he was wearing. The scent of peppermint schnapps lingered in the space between them, her eyes rolled back in bliss as he coaxed her closer towards the edge, her own fingers struggling to get back into his blasted pants. She whimpered as he changed his pattern, giving up on her mission as he covered her mouth.“You’re so fucking loud, Sakura. Anyone could walk by and hear you.” He whispered in her ear, her core clenched tighter to his fingers with every stroke. “I think that’s what you want though.” His voice was a growl, and all she could do was let out a soft whimper from behind his palm, body trembling as he crooked his fingers to knead at her g-spot. Her hips rolled desperately to match his rhythm, fingers tearing at the shoulders of his white undershirt. His words did nothing but drive her closer to the edge."It is, isn’t it? Want the whole office to know you're officially off the market?" His voice had a teasing edge to it. Her eyes rolled back as the pad of his thumb pressed firmly against her clit. Her brain barely registered the guttural groan that bubbled up from her throat, her pussy clinging to thick digits as she came.The air was thick with the smell of sex as the pounding of her heart in her ears subsided, panting breaths filling the air between them. Chouji cleared his throat, and she giggled as the tension broke between them. She pawed in the darkness for her dress."I think you should get my coat from the closet and meet me at the elevator." She suggested, grinning at the sharp intake of breath that answered her as she slipped the fabric over her hips. She watched him tuck himself back into his pants and she blushed thinking about how he hadn’t gotten his.“Ditching the party already?” He joked, the zip of his jeans loud in the space between him.“More like moving the party to a private venue.” She purred, taking the opportunity to slip back into the hallway making it all the way to the elevator before realizing she didn’t have her shoes on.

Author: Zelha
Ship: GaaSaku
Prompt: Sleigh Ride
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Winter in Sunagakure was incongruently hot.Hot and humid.Unbearably hot, given the fact that winter should be cold.Or at least that was what Sakura claimed, to Gaara’s amusement. As natives to the desertic Suna, he and his siblings were accustomed to the lower --though not exactly frigid-- temperatures. Suna’s best (and most chaotic) festival was held during these times, where the vendors could get more buyers and onlookers for their wares.Thankfully for him, Gaara was mostly busy in those days but made a point to visit Sakura regularly at the hospital. As a borrowed facilitator from Konoha, she had come to their village contracted to train and teach their medics as efficiently as she proved herself to be in the Fourth Shinobi War. A high percentage of Suna shinobi owed their lives, their senses, and their limbs to her and her dedication. She had shown how valuable she was in many opportunities during the war. Suna as a whole respected that.And in that last battle, he had seen firsthand how Sakura had no compunction in sticking her hand inside Naruto’s chest to help his heart beat while they flew on his sand to get help. Fast forward a couple years, and she was the one surprising Suna once more by coming to them herself. Temari had gotten Sakura comfortable with their local liquor and got the true story out of her.It turned out that Sasuke had asked her to leave with him and she refused. Confused, the Uchiha had asked her about her feelings for him, earning himself a punch in the face from a no-nonsense Sakura, who told him in brutal terms that her feelings had died with the multiple times he had tried to kill her. Naruto did not try to interfere, which was the most intriguing part of the whole debacle. Temari shrugged and extended her hand to Kankurou, who grumbled and put a bunch of money in it, making Gaara roll his eyes, exasperated at their bets.Team Seven’s dynamics were mystifying sometimes, he had commented to his sister, and she had agreed wholeheartedly. Kankurou had thought that they were all in a weird threesome, which would have explained a lot of Naruto’s perseverant resolve to bring his rival back to Konoha.So, all in all, he currently had a pink-haired woman to look after as a distinguished guest of his village.What people didn’t know was that Sakura and Gaara had an understanding since the Kage Summit. A night of wanton intimacy in the war landscape brought them together, as she was the only one he could request something that made him… human.After all, no one would want to die a virgin.They certainly didn’t know what would happen in the war.His tent was usually unoccupied, which was very convenient for him. During those nights, he had experienced more pleasures of the flesh than he had ever imagined. Sakura was a willing and enthusiastic experiment partner, as she, being a kunoichi, was of the same opinion.And now she was in his territory, in his turf, and his bed, once again.And the most fascinating thing was that she tended to relax and become truly comfortable only when she was around him. The two of them, alone.It was a very heady feeling.The touch she bestowed upon him was enough to make him addicted to her hands, and mouth, and tongue, and body. She was absolutely gorgeous for him, and now that she had decided to grow out her hair to fall below her shoulders, they could experiment with possessive holds.Gaara blinked. He found himself in his office, a treaty on the desk in front of him. The dry, monotone words of the scroll were absolutely mind-numbing, so he tossed the entire scroll to the side. Maybe it was time to go home, he decided as the dark Suna sky was beginning to show stars.Going to his balcony, he ignored everything else and summoned his sand. His usual platform formed quickly under his feet, and levitated him out of the Kazekage’s office and straight to his private balcony in his home. The balcony led to the spacious inner sanctum of his bedroom, and the sight that greeted him was one to make his mouth water.Sakura was sitting on the sleigh-sized bed, combing out her wet long hair. The scent of vanilla permeated the room, making him feel hazy and heady with the sudden wave of arousal that washed through him.She smiled, her naked body shimmering with a pearlescent glow. Discarding the comb, she extended her hand to him.Sometimes, they didn’t even need words.Shedding his clothes slowly, unbuckling every fastening with soft, secure small hands, he soon stood naked over her sitting form. His hand went to her shoulder, fingertips pressing gently to coax her to lie down.Now he had her across his huge bed. The white, high-thread cotton linens made the view a feast to his senses.Running his fingers up her legs, he gently parted them, his gaze going straight to her center. She sneaked a hand down her body, playing and opening herself to his darkened eyes. The same hand went to his cock, finding it hardened and ready for her.She guided him to her, her lips receiving his mouth in a hungry kiss, his cock slowly parting his way into her, making them both shudder. She moaned softly, and her whisper made his blood boil.“Harder, faster…”He was happy to comply with her demands. He started pistoning his hips hard and slow, his cock glistening with her arousal, teasing her into a frenzy. Her breath shortening with each thrust, her voice became smoky and thready, asking him for more.Riding her was always so entrancing, he mused as he sped up his rhythm and made her wild.Maybe he would consider riding her somewhere else for a change.

Author: al_holland
Ship: SasuSaku
Prompt: Secret Santa
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When Sakura started at this cushy job, her concerns centred around typical office job-y things. Would her boss like her? Would she get along with her coworkers? Would she be seated next to Gassy Ginka and her dairy addiction?Now, she had bigger concerns. Were her nipples visible through the gauzy lace of her bra? Was the silky ribbon of her panties visible over the waistline of her skirt? And, most importantly, would carpet burn be visible through her stockings?“You’re so fucking beautiful.”Sakura blinked up at her brilliant, stupidly hot, stupidly rich boss, and hummed happily around her mouthful of dick—coincidentally, nearly as pretty as his face. She wasn’t sure how she’d caught his attention, but she was more than happy to use her superior work ethic to keep it.Starting with sliding his thick cock down her throat until tears sprang up in her eyes, invigorated by the feeling of his fist tightening in her hair. Under different circumstances, she would be annoyed that the twenty minutes she’d spent on her hair were wasted, but as he pushed her head down along his length, he let out the most delicious groan.She salivated at the sight of him; jaw clenched, creamy skin flushed, dark eyes blazing and heavy-lidded as he watched her suck him off. If it’d been anyone else who’d slipped her lingerie as a secret Santa gift, she would’ve gone on a rampage. But him?She never doubted who it came from. No one else had the means, nor the audacity to do such a thing. But if that wasn’t enough, the elegant scrawl across an anonymous card, reading “New attire for our meeting, Friday at 11:00. Do not be late.” erased any trace of doubt in her mind.The way his eyes zeroed in on her breasts, modest but presented prettily in red lace, made it worth the humiliation of sitting on the morning train in crotchless panties.“Knew you’d look so good for me—fuck, Sakura—”He broke off with a groan as she slurped, his head lolling back, throat working around a hard swallow as he bit back more moans. She pouted as well as someone with a mouth full of cock could. She wasn’t doing all this so he could hold back.She bobbed along his length from tip to base while her hand massaged his balls, keeping her eyes locked on him, watching his nostrils flare and his jaw tighten.“Tch, show off,” he bit out, his voice strained. She gave him a long, hard suck before popping off and smiling at him.“Is my work unsatisfactory, Uchiha-san?” she asked, pressing her pouty lip to the slit of his cock, sweeping up a bead of precum.The little snarl he made as he lurched toward her sent a thrill through her. He yanked her forward by the neck, pulling her up to meet his hungry kiss.“Sasuke,” he corrected her. She smiled and pressed her lips against his as he toyed with the buttons on her open blouse.“Would you like to unwrap your gift, Sasuke-kun?”He was up and spinning her before she could blink. His hands swept over her hips and ass before landing on the zipper of her skirt, loosening and letting it fall swiftly before sliding her blouse off, dropping a kiss to her shoulder while leaning her over the desk.“Been thinking about bending you over this desk for months,” he murmured against the back of her neck. “Wanna spoil you. You can have anything you want—long as you stick this perfect ass up for me.”“Anything?” she asked, meaning to tease but sounding a little too breathless.Sasuke hummed as his fingers slipped between the parted fabric over her slicked lips. “Anything,” he promised before his fingers pressed into her.She keened, pushing back against his hand, revelling in the feeling of his long, elegant fingers coaxing her to climax. He whispered into her ear about how pretty she was, how good she felt, how badly he wanted her.“Then take me,” she offered.She glanced over her shoulder in time to see his pleased smirk and his eyes cloud over with desire. Before she could appreciate the look on his face—hunger, want—he was pushing her flush to his desk, and the spongey, blunt tip of his cock was pressing into her, past her entrance, sinking inside and stretching her out.When she felt him bottom out, every inch of her feeling so impossibly full, she shivered—a full-body quake and a broken little moan, and that was what sent Sasuke—cool, collected, stoic Sasuke—over the edge.Concerns about volume were forgotten as Sasuke snapped his hips into her at a brutal pace. Moans fell from Sakura’s lips, loud and lewd, as he fucked her. The only thing keeping her from succumbing to weak knees were his hands gripping her tight—one on her hip, and one curling into her stockings.“Yes! Yes, Sasuke-kun!” she gasped, reaching her peak and clenching down hard on his cock. Her vision went spotty as he continued to fuck her, the hand on her hip sweeping down to her seam to play with her clit, pushing her into another orgasm.“Cum with me,” he demanded, thrusting hard and deep. “Fuck—cum, Sakura.”She came again with a broken cry, her legs giving out as Sasuke pumped brusquely into her before emptying himself deep inside her with a long-drawn groan.Carefully, he shuffled back to his seat, gently lowering her down to his lap, his cock still buried inside her. He cradled her as they caught their breaths, his hands rubbing along her body, anywhere they could reach.“Did you really mean what you said?” she asked, nuzzling under his chin.“Mm,” he hummed with a curt nod, fingering at the fresh tears in her stockings. “Anything you want.”“Good,” Sakura sighed in satisfaction. “You can start with replacing my stockings.”

Author: Lilyoftheshadow
Ship: ShiSaku
Prompt: Fire/Firelight
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Heat washed over her, emanating from the hand on her lower back. Despite several layers of thick canvas and wool, she was certain she could feel every individual fingertip. She turned to look at him, brow raised at the public display.“Nobody can see,” he murmured to her. They were indeed in the back of a crowd, near the walls of the Uchiha compound, and all of the attention of the other festival-goers was on the huge bonfires in the center of the square.Sakura shivered.“Cold?” Shisui whispered in her ear. Sakura shook her head.“No, just...”“Hot?” he prompted, smirking into her hair.“Shut up,” Sakura snapped, earning a chuckle from her secret lover. His hand slid slowly from the small of her back around her waist, and slipped into her jacket pocket to interlace his fingers with hers. She smiled despite herself and watched the younger Uchiha leaping over the flames in the square. Shisui had already gone, shortly after Itachi and Sasuke, and he slipped back into the crowd to find her.“Enjoying the show?”“It’s always fun,” Sakura protested. “Although after your stunt, the rest have been less impressive.”Shisui’s grin lit up, pulling her tighter against his side.“I’ve got a better stunt for you,” he teased. Sakura started to twist around, curious, before there was a rushing sensation, and the sounds of the crowd fell away, replaced by a creaking tree branch. Sakura’s eyes widened as she recognised their vantage point.The Uchiha Fire Festival’s lights sprawled at her feet, bathing the compound in a warm glow that reflected off the snowy rooftops and evergreen bushes.“Shisui!” she gasped, pressing back against him, and in turn against the massive tree that loomed over the main house.“Nobody is looking up, princess,” he murmured. “They couldn’t see us if they were, anyway.” Sakura’s protest was lost in a moan as he nuzzled into her neck, nipping at the soft skin there.Somehow, she wasn’t sure when, her jacket was open, and Shisui’s hands found the wrap on her dress, dragging the fabric down over her breasts and exposing her to the frigid winter air. Sakura gasped as his cold hand slid against her skin.“Shisui!” she hissed.“Sorry,” he said, completely unapologetically. He brought his hands up around her, cupping them in front of her face, before blowing a small, gentle flame into them. Sakura’s face heated up, both from the jutsu and from the proximity. His hands were less offensively ice-like when they returned to their posts at her breasts, and she sighed, throwing her head back on her shoulder.“We’re going to be caught,” she murmured, unwilling to push him away. The wrap at her hip came completely untied, and she found herself completely bare from neck to navel, leaning against a bare winter tree above hundreds of villagers. Shisui trailed his fingers down the exposed skin, drawing absent-minded circles from her decollete to her stomach. Sakura sighed and writhed against him, torn between pressing into the featherlight touch and shying away from the almost-ticklish caress.His fingertips left trails of fire between and under her breasts, avoiding where she was the most sensitive, to her frustration.“Gorgeous, my darling,” he murmured.Sakura didn’t notice the cold anymore, not with his fingers tracing the waistband of her thick wool tights. They teased just under the edge, dipping no further than his second knuckle; nowhere near close enough to alleviate the ache that had started building deep inside. Then, suddenly, his fingers retreated.“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Shisui said lightly. “We’re awfully exposed after all.”Sakura surprised both of them with a growl, low in her throat.“Don’t you dare,” she hissed. She felt Shisui’s smirk against her neck, as his fingers resumed their journey to the center of her soul, easily dipping into her core and drawing tiny, hard circles around her clit. Sakura’s breath came in sharp gasps as she tried desperately to keep from crying out, but Shisui would have none of it.“Don’t you dare hold back,” he growled, pinching her nipple. Sakura let out a short cry, bucking her hips against his hand, but he held her firm against him. She could feel the effect she had on him behind her, and felt a surge of vicious delight that she would be getting him back for this. She’d blue-ball him until new years if she had to, for exposing her like this. Even though...She shuddered, gasping as she realized that she was about to fall over the edge. Shisui noticed, too, and the circles stopped as Shisui gave her vulva a long, slow stroke, before sliding three fingers inside her and crooking them forward. Sakura flew over the edge and a desperate keening sound erupted from her throat as she gushed over his hand.“Shi--Fuck! Shisui!”“Oops,” he muttered, and there was another rush around her. Sakura slid to her knees, recognising the wall they were against as outside the compound. She sucked in deep breaths as Shisui pulled away from her to let her recover.“Oops?” she demanded in between gasps.Shisui shot her a winning grin, sliding his fingers between his lips to suck them clean. His tongue played over them suggestively, and his free hand came down to protect the rock-hard bulge from Sakura’s post-coital wrath. He almost succeeded in distracting Sakura from her question as her eyes lingered on the display for a moment, but the mischievous glint in his eyes brought her back to reality.“What do you mean, oops?” she demanded again, trying to regain her feet after the unexpectedly strong orgasm. Shisui helped her to her feet before capturing her lips in a searing kiss. When the parted for breath, Sakura raised an eyebrow.“I’m not that easy to distract,” she grumbled. “What oops?”“Ah... Somebody might have looked up,” he said with a sheepish grin.Sakura refused to heal the bruise for three days.

Author: Petrikore
Ship: KakaSaku
Prompt: Red Velvet
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“What in the world is that?”Sakura craned her head to peer back at Kakashi, who was folding the strip of silk he’d just pulled from over her eyes.“Do you like it? The proprietors had it imported this weekend. I asked if we could break it in.”She approached the strange chair, running her hand over the armrest. It was soft, but only in one direction. The short hairs prickled slightly as she ghosted her fingers in the other direction. “It’s oddly fitting. What’s with this fabric?”“It’s called velvet,” Kakashi said, sinking into the chair. Its deep red contrasted alluringly with the paleness of his bare skin. “It’s a textile from some place west of Suna. They’re famous for it.”He held out his hand to her and she took it immediately, finding her place on her knees between his legs. Sakura shivered, their eyes locked as he brushed a thumb over her pouty bottom lip. It was intoxicating, the way his gaze held her prisoner. The weight of his ever-present Sharingan pressed into her, making her feel like nothing and everything all at once.The chair looked better from this angle, she noted. While Kakashi studied her, she could drink in the image of him, the high back framing her Dominant in a crimson void that matched his eye almost too perfectly. There was no one else she’d rather kneel for. No one else she would ever find in herself to worship the way she could worship him.Trouble.She blinked, forcing the word from her mind. This was not worrying over right now.Kakashi sighed, leaning forward to nudge her nose with his. “What would you like me to do to you in this chair, Sakura-chan?”She could feel her psyche slipping, dipping into that craved state of mind. It took her a moment to find words. “I… I want to ride you, Sensei…”He smirked. “Yes, pretty girl, you’ll get that. But I asked you a different question. What can I do for you? ”Sakura swallowed thickly. She could do this. “Umm… You could… Make me come?” His smile grew, holding back a chuckle.“Do you need some help?”She nodded enthusiastically. Yes, please .Kakashi placed a hand on her upper arm, leading her to stand while he sat in front of her. “Across my lap.”They moved in tandem, laying her across his legs, arms crossed under her head. Her face turned towards him as he skimmed a hand up and down her back and over the curve of her ass. He squeezed a cheek, jiggling it a bit in what Sakura assumed was appreciation. During the duration of their time together, she had very thoroughly learned what an ass man Kakashi was. Whenever it was appropriate, his hand gravitated there, and she couldn’t say that it wasn’t endearing in the worst way.Sakura sat still, letting him have his fill, trying not to squirm and search out the friction she was desperate for. There was a buzz under her skin that grew stronger every time his fingers crawled up her spine, a heat that flared whenever he gripped her inner thigh. And it was all only intensified by each time her skin slid against the blood red velvet under them.“You know, Sakura-chan,” Kakashi started, his tone infuriatingly casual, “I’m almost certain this chair was made for us. Don’t you agree?” As he spoke, his hand had found its way to rest unmoving at the apex of her thighs. She was impossibly wet. They’d hardly started, but just being with him…Sakura took a deep breath. She knew he was doing this all on purpose. But she could be good… For once. “What do you mean, Sensei?”“You just make the prettiest picture right now.” He teased. “And the armrests are a perfect height for this. You haven’t stopped touching the damn thing since you laid down.”Her hand stilled, though she hadn’t been aware it was moving in the first place. Oops. “I… It’s just really soft!”Kakashi shook his head at her, his hand passing through the cleft of her lips, coating his fingers in her lust. “Yes, well. Let’s make sure you claim it quite properly then, shall we?”Her answering moan wretched itself from deep in her chest as he pressed two fingers into her. His ministrations were patient, unhurried. If it was anyone else, Sakura could’ve very well been bored. But with Kakashi, every moment had a current that seemed to set her nerves on fire.She knew he was watching himself fuck her, that blasted Sharingan swirling, searing the image into his mind. The thought alone had her toes curling, her knees spreading wider on the arm of the chair. She pressed back into his hand in an attempt to urge him faster, but he placed a palm on her lower back, stilling her.“If you want something, you need to ask for it.” His voice was rough now, and she could feel the press of his erection against her abdomen.They were both teetering on the edge, and Sakura had never been good at restraint.“Fuck, please make me come! I need it, I need it…” She whined.Kakashi hushed her, moving just a little faster. “There’s a good girl. Whenever you’re ready.”He added another finger then, fucking her faster, wet noises filling the room as Sakura dug her nails into the chair. Her orgasm slammed into her, almost knocking the air from lungs as she ground down into Kakashi’s lap and onto his fingers. She cried out, a broken moan tearing from her throat as her walls pulsed. She was still hazy as Kakashi coaxed her to sit up, facing him.Her first climax was hardly finished as he pushed his cock into her heat, a hand coming up to tangle in petal soft tresses. He pressed his lips to her neck, whispered into her skin...“Yes... I think I’ll keep this chair.”

Author: TipsyRaconteur
Ship: DeiSaku
Prompt: Only One Bed
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Sakura knew it was a stupid idea.She had been having stupid ideas all day. Like traveling alone during a winter snowstorm. Like arguing with a very flirtatious, very infamous Deidara the Mad Bomber when they both got to the only local inn at the same time, and there was only one bed left. Like finding him ridiculously attractive. Like refusing to back down and find another inn.Like agreeing to share the bed.So, now she was in the bed with her back to him, listening to him breathe. Thinking about how hot he was, and how obnoxious. Thinking about how good he smelled. Thinking some more about how hot he was.That’s where the stupid idea came from.She just needed to kiss him one time. Just one time to get past this attraction. That was all. It made perfect sense. One time, and she would see it was nothing.And why shouldn’t she? She was single. Why shouldn’t she have a little fun?She awkwardly scooched around to face him. He was lying on his back with one arm behind his head, and he gave her a smirk. “Having trouble sleeping?”“Kiss me,” Sakura blurted.Deidara blinked. “I can’t believe that was so easy, yeah.” His pretty face showed his amusement.Sakura might have been offended by that, but Deidara was suddenly braced over her, and before she could think of a suitable insult, he kissed her.And what a kiss. His silky hair brushed against her cheeks as Sakura closed her eyes, overcome by the slow, delicious way that he kissed her—a thorough kiss, the stroke of his tongue against hers sure and languid—and it felt natural for her to wind her arms around his neck. When his hand slid up her thigh, it seemed even more natural to let him pull it so it was around his waist.The mouth in his hand opened, its tongue stroking her thigh. She gasped and broke the kiss. She had forgotten about the infamous mouth hands.His eyes seemed darker than before. “Want me to stop? Slow down?” he asked, the teeth in his hand lightly grazing her skin, making her shiver. His grin was a challenge.She briefly remembered that this was supposed to be one stupid kiss. Did she care anymore? Licking her lips, she said, “No,” and pulled him back down to her.He kissed her again, and it was rougher than before, enough to make her arch against him in response. She rolled her hips up against him, feeling his cock through his pants, and his hand slid up under the hem of her shirt, its tongue tasting her as it went.She was kissing her way down to his neck when the mouth in his hand enclosed her nipple, making her gasp against his skin, then sink her teeth into his shoulder. A groan rumbled in his throat, ending in a low “Fuck” as her hand found the front of his pants and cupped his restrained cock.Deidara began to tug impatiently at the thin shorts she’d worn to bed, and she lifted her hips to let him pull them off, along with her panties. He dipped his head and caught her neglected nipple in his mouth, and she bit her lip and let her fingers get lost in his hair. The feeling of his fingertips sliding up the inside of her thigh and grazing her folds made her whimper needily.Lifting his head, he looked down at her as he deliberately ran his fingers over her slickness. “Look how wet you are already,” he rasped. “I want to fuck you.”She abruptly tightened her legs around him and used her chakra-enhanced strength to flip him beneath her. Once she was straddling him, she practically ripped off her shirt, and didn’t hesitate to help Deidara get rid of his clothes, either.Poised above him, his thick, hot cock in her hand, she looked down at him, wondering for a moment if she should stop herself—but the sight of him beneath her, looking up with lust in his hooded blue eyes, took away any doubts as to what she wanted. She slowly sank down onto him, letting out a soft moan as she took him inside her.She slowly rolled her hips into his, getting used to the feel of him, and he licked his lips as he watched her. She pulled his hands up to her breasts, and when the mouths in his palms latched onto her nipples, the feeling was enough to make Sakura let out a soft moan. She began a slow, delicious rhythm, sliding up and down his slick cock.He let her control the pace for a while, but as she began to pant and move faster, his hands left her breasts. One gripped her hip, and he matched her rhythm, thrusting into her every time she dropped. His other wicked hand moved between her legs, and Sakura whined with need as the tongue in his palm found her clit.“Gods,” she whimpered, increasing her pace, and he followed her, thrusting harder and faster. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room as Sakura’s pleasure built to a crescendo.Sakura cried out as her orgasm slammed through her. Deidara grunted, “I’m going to—” and broke off in a gasp, and Sakura pulled off of him, reaching between her legs to take hold of his slick cock. It only took a few strokes to finish him, his warm come painting his abdomen.Panting, Sakura slid off to the side of him, falling limply to the bed.Deidara lifted his head and looked at her, blue eyes bright. “You okay… uh… baby?”Stupid. It was such a stupid idea to fuck him. What had she been thinking? The only thing that would be more stupid than sleeping with a missing-nin would be to tell him her real name.Still…“Call me Sakura.”

Author: Binkerbell
Ship: KisaSaku
Prompt: Sledding
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“You said we’d fit on this tiny-ass sled,” Sakura said, rolling her eyes and grabbing the reins.“We do, but you need to quit wriggling your ass, Sakura.”Kisame nipped her ear, and she gasped, desire pooling in her belly. Now wasn’t the time to get horny—when she was weighed down by layers that took forever to strip off. She trembled when he brushed one of his large hands over her chest.“Just push us off the hill,” she grumbled playfully.She felt Kisame’s laugh rumble against her as he leaned back. The next second, they were sliding down the snowy hill.She let out an ear-piercing shriek echoed by Kisame’s loud whoops as the air bit their cheeks, powdered snow flying into their faces.Reaching the end of the slope, Sakura realized a crucial detail about sledding.“How do we not crash?” she yelled, handing the reins to her boyfriend.Kisame cackled as he took control. Then they were rolling across the cold ground until they stopped.“Ow.” Sakura pushed his elbow off her stomach. “Get off.”“But you’re comfy,” Kisame said, a sharp grin on his face as he nipped her cold nose.“Let me up,” Sakura pouted, knowing she could throw him off with chakra-induced strength. Kisame laughed because he knew it too. “I regret meeting you at that village exchange.”“No, you don’t.”Kisame rolled his eyes, then kissed her slowly, sucking on her bottom lip. Sakura returned it, her body flushing as she cradled his face. He grasped her hips, her body on fire as she felt him fumble with the zipper of her pants. She knew she was already wet, but she did not want to be fucked in the cold.“Kisame,” she gasped as he moved his lips to her neck, sucking hot violets against her skin. “Let’s go inside, I’m freezing.”“I’ll warm you up just fine out here, princess,” he rasped. He pulled down her shirt, kissing her chest.“You’re so corny,” Sakura groaned, even as she let him take off her shirt. The cold air and snow beneath her made her nipples pebble with need. “Fuck.”Kisame smirked and sat up, pulling her into his lap. His hands immediately fondled her sensitive tits. Sakura moaned when he leaned down to suck her nipples. She rocked against him, feeling his arousal.Her core pulsed with need as she dragged Kisame’s face to hers, licking into his mouth as she kissed him. The knees of her pants were soaked from the snow, her panties beneath equally wet.His hands gripped her ass, squeezing as he hummed against her mouth. Sakura tugged his hair, pulling away from him. He opened his eyes and blinked, tilting his head in question.“I don’t want my ass to freeze off while being fucked, you impatient bastard,” Sakura groused, huffing and standing up, arms across her chest. She glanced around them, her gaze finding a tree. She grasped Kisame’s ear and tugged, walking towards her goal.Kisame followed willingly, unbuttoning his pants. The next second her back was against the tree, Kisame’s chest brushing against her aching nipples, a satisfied smirk on his face.“Could’ve said you wanted it rough, sweetheart,” Kisame growled into her ear. Sakura moaned as he nuzzled her neck. His hands moved to her pants, a ripping sound following.“What—” Sakura said, her complaint broken off with a mewl.Kisame cupped her soaked sex, his fingers tracing the wet seam of her panties. He pushed the fabric to the side, three fingers slipping inside as his thumb caressed her clit.She gasped, her hips stuttering against his hand as he fucked her. She whined when he pulled away, breathless as she watched him suck his fingers.“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Kisame hummed, eyes glittering as he shoved his pants down, grasping both of his hard, fat cocks and pumping himself once before he nudged the tip of his lower cock against her slit.Coating himself with her slick, Sakura grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.“Kisame, I don’t—”“Shh, babygirl, you’re plenty ready,” he answered her unspoken question.He entered her aching cunt slowly, his upper cock rubbing against her abdomen as his lower one filled her. Tears gathered in her eyes as she inhaled, pleasure threading through every nerve in her body, even as her back scraped against the bark of the tree.Kisame leaned forward and kissed her tears away, fucking into her at a brutal pace. Sakura brought a hand down to grasp his upper cock, stroking him.“Fuck, princess,” Kisame rasped, hips wavering before resuming his pace. “Keep doing that while you take my cock. Such a good girl for me.”Sakura mewled as he sucked hickeys into her skin, one of his hands pushing between his cocks to play with her clit. The dual stimulation was just enough to send her over the edge. Kisame groaned as her walls pulsed around him, the wet squelch echoing in her ears as he continued fucking her. Her hand had stilled on his other cock, and he continued thrusting inside her.“Please,” Sakura begged.His hands moved to her hips with a growl. With one last forceful thrust, he came with a muffled shout as he kissed her.After a few moments, they pulled away from each other. Sakura glared at her boyfriend as he tucked himself back into his pants.“Really?” She bent to grab her shredded clothes. The next second she was in the air as Kisame hefted her onto his shoulder, walking quickly. “Kisame!”“Let’s go inside, princess,” he said, tapping her ass. “Samehada Jr. is very eager for his turn with you.”“Oh god, not the penis names again,” Sakura grumbled.Kisame pinched her thigh. “Be nice or Destroyer will live up to his name in round three.”“Oh, thinking ahead now?” Sakura said, even as her pussy throbbed.Kisame kicked open the cabin door, chuckling as he said, “You asked for it.”

Author: Heartensoul
Ship: YamaSaku
Prompt: Chopping Firewood
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Tenzō trudged through newly fallen snow on the path, taking note where to shovel after his last delivery. Although shoveling was a D-rank mission assigned to genin, there were seniors in this area and he wanted the walkways cleared correctly.It wouldn’t take long: Simply one more task in his self-assigned role.After his retirement from ANBU, Tenzō was listless. Despite his quiet nature, joining Kakashi in political life wasn’t appealing. He was born behind the scenes, and that’s where he’d stay.So he ended up as a groundskeeper for Konoha: tending to fields after shinobi training, helping seniors with their gardens, and chopping firewood during the winter. The work was satisfying and kept him busy.This Konoha winter was colder than usual, with a raw wind that bit at one’s skin and made most people stay indoors. It meant plenty of orders for him and time outside in said cold. Kakashi had offered to assign genin teams to deliver the firewood for him; however, the most satisfying part of the job was exchanging pleasantries with locals when he dropped it off, so he continued to deliver on his own even as the requests grew.People were going through wood quickly, but there was one home in particular that seemed to go through it at a concerning pace.Tenzō stared at Haruno Sakura’s home with puzzlement. He had a bundle of firewood in hand; however, it was the sixth bundle he’d delivered there in less than a month. At that pace, he was amazed she hadn’t set the place ablaze.Still, a request was a request, and it wasn’t his place to question. He stepped up to the green door and gave a firm knock.Sakura opened it almost immediately, and Tenzō swallowed heavily. She was in a blush-colored robe.A short, summer robe.Unable to help himself, his gaze dropped to her long exposed legs. As he continued upward, her sash was in a loose bow, dangerously close to coming undone. Was she even wearing anything underneath it?“Good morning, Yamato-taichou,” she greeted, completely oblivious to his distraction.“Good morning, Sakura,” he managed, lifting his gaze and holding up the firewood by the knot in offering. “Your delivery.”“Oh, thank you.” She eyed the wood, then her attention returned to him. “Would you bring it inside for me? I’ll get you a drink. You must be cold working in this weather.”That was new.“Of course.” He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile and stepped into her home. He noted it wasn’t especially warm.When she returned with a mug a few minutes later, Tenzō swore her robe’s neckline was more open than before.“Do you have other deliveries today?” She asked, somehow unaware of her appearance. He couldn’t look away as his mind scolded him.’Eyes up, Tenzō.’ “Ah, no. You’re the last.”She seemed to be saying something to him, but he was too focused on the alluring way her robe teased more of her skin as she moved. He had always admired Sakura’s beauty in an objective manner, knowing better than to entertain thoughts of a woman so unattainable. He was out of line now.His face must have been red by then. He would have more apparent, bigger problems exposed if he didn’t made his exit soon.“Uh, Sakura. I—“She suddenly pitched forward with a gasp, and then her, that damned robe, and lukewarm coffee were against his chest.“I’m sorry! I didn’t burn you, did I?” She asked, immediately lifting his shirt to inspect for burns.Oh.Tenzō wasn’t a genius, but he didn’t need to be. That Sakura could spill something was possible, but that she would worry about injury from such tepid coffee was strange—If she wanted to feel him up, he would give her more skin to explore.“I’m fine, but the shirt should dry out.” He didn’t wait for her response before lifting it over his head, careful not to dislodge her hand from its current position.Sakura seemed intent to leave it there as well, her gaze locked on his abdomen and her hand trailing across it.“Sakura,” he asked with practiced patience. “Is there something you want?”“Yes,” she exhaled, closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together. She was unimaginably soft.He meant to keep it chaste, but Sakura had other ideas, dropping her hand and pulling the sash of her robe. The robe fell open to reveal tight boy shorts and a bralette that matched her robe.He groaned into her mouth. “Is that for me?”“Uh-huh…will you touch me?”Rather than reply, he dipped his head to her collarbone and sucked greedily at her skin. She smelled of raspberries and goosebumps rose along her skin wherever he caressed her.She carded her fingers through his hair when he finally nuzzled her perfect breasts through the thin material of her bralette. He was content to stay right there for hours listening to her hiss and moan as he worshipped one nipple with his mouth, then the other, but Sakura wasn’t one for patience.“Please, Yamato-taichou,” she mewled, pressing her hips forward in emphasis.She was already soaked through her shorts when he finally dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth against her clothed center. That she was so turned on already both surprised and delighted him, but when she her fingers clenched in his hair and she cried out after only a few gentle rubs against her clit, his eyes widened in surprise.He tipped his face upward, watching with curiosity until she settled and met his gaze.“I—I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks,” she admitted, a pretty blush falling across her cheekbones.“Ah. Should we…try for another?”He could still hardly believe his luck as she pulled him up and toward her bedroom.

Author: Zelha
Ship: ShikaSaku
Prompt: Holiday Dinner
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Shikamaru had to admit her own recklessness was to blame.However dependable–though lazy–her genius husband was, it was a pain in the ass for Sakura to convince him to do something that went against the grain. Even when she proved to him that the little adventure of running through the Nara Forest in their birthday suits was fun and liberating, her shadow-master husband was a bit traditional in the prudish sense of the word.Perhaps she would cut him some slack today.-X-Later that evening found the couple with the Nara Elders and Shika’s mother. They were sitting in the dining room, with Shikamaru at the head of the table and Sakura on the other end. Traditional as they were, the Naras were more relaxed in their protocols when it came to their own people, so most of them accepted their Clan Heads dressed in modern clothing and not heavy kimono.Dinner was peaceful and satisfactory with the Elders discussing light topics, like which cousin of his was going to be feeding the herds as punishment for whatever misdeed they had done to the grandmothers of the clan.Shikamaru’s dark eyes found hers across the table and narrowed in suspicion. She was talking with her favorite Elder, who was blabbing to her about the herbs they could donate to the hospital and the poison program. Sakura’s eyes danced with mischief. Shikamaru groaned internally, but secretly liked to see Sakura riled up when she wasn’t able to exact revenge.He was served his tea (he always passed on dessert) and noticed instantly that Sakura had a cup of strawberry sorbet in front of her.Damn that woman, she was going to edge him again.Pretending to be engrossed in the conversation with those around her, she would slowly take tiny bites of the damn dessert and throw him increasingly heated glances as she enthusiastically discussed food recipes, herb lore, and house remedies with whomever was around.‘Maybe it’s time to turn the tables on her,’ he decided as he listened to his mother prattle on about whatever they needed to discuss in the Clan Council.His mastery over the shadows was completed after the war. He figured out that his Father had left him some sort of legacy in the Kagemane. His activities in the Hokage’s office had him busy enough so he could put it off for a while, but when his mother nagged him, he had to step up. Luckily, Sakura had been a great support during those trying days.Hm.He leaned lightly on his elbow, adopting one of his indolent postures as he extended a foot underneath the table. He felt his shadow extending, nimbly avoiding the others until it found hers. He could have easily taken control of her but that wasn’t part of the game.The game was to fluster her as much as he possibly could.He took a sip of his tea and ventured a glance at his wife. She was smiling at her nearest interlocutor, but he could feel how tense her back had become in surprise. A quick look at him told her that he was the one who had her, and she slowly relaxed.Shika really liked Sakura’s informal attire. A dark skirt with a red sleeveless shirt and a green cardigan with his clan symbol on the back. Leaning back in his chair, he joined his hands on his lap, giving off a bored, sleepy façade. In reality, he was stretching his shadow intently over Sakura’s legs.She tossed him a knowing look. So, she wanted to play.He felt every single inch of her legs, his shadow hands slowly trailing up her soft skin. He loved when Sakura did her skincare routine with him around. He would watch her apply creams and things that left her soft and fragrant. He particularly favored the scent of peaches on her.He raised an eyebrow at her when he felt her legs parting. Her eyes were defiant and amused.Well.Then he went in for the kill.His shadow slipped under her skirt, easily bypassing the constraints of her clothes. He flicked his fingers and his shadow mimicked him, finding her center as easily as he would with his body. She was slick and warm, ready for him. He raised his eyebrow once more, watching intently as she faked a cough and sent him an alarmed look.He traced the contours of her sex lightly, making her stiffen slightly and scowl at him. He hid a smirk behind the cup of tea; as soon as he circled her clit, she dropped her spoon and he retreated as the winner, a smirk on his lips.-X-The return home was quick and efficient, and he had to give it to her, she waited until they were alone to pounce on him.“You absolute ass!” she hissed as she tossed him on the bed. Her strength was one of his many turn-ons.“I was just…” he tried to explain, but her teeth on his throat cut him off. He groaned and she let out an evil giggle.‘Well, I had a good run,’ he figured as he decided she was going to kill him with sex.“I was this close to jumping you in front of everyone!” she mock scolded as she divested him of his clothes and found him as ready for her as she was for him. “I want to ride you…”“You can do whatever you want, Wife,” he murmured, his mouth already busying itself with her exposed breasts. She quickly grabbed his cock and impaled herself on him, making him curse out loud as he made his way inside.“Oh god, I love how you feel inside me…” she whispered in his ear and made him groan again.“Okay woman, you asked for it,” he said as he gathered his chakra and let his shadow engulf her, his masculine chuckle finding its way to her heated senses.

Author: thechaoscryptid
Ship: IbiSakuRai
Prompt: Frosty
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As the turn of the year approaches, so too does the silence. It is gradual, a slow slip-slide of sensation that isn’t missed until one realizes there’s nothing to hear at all. A thick blanket of snow mutes birdsong and swallows the whisper of the wind, the roar of the waves calms to a dull whimper, and soon enough every crackling breath of frigid air is deafening.Winter sinks vicious teeth into the land as though it never intends to let go. Great fingers of ice claw their way onto stony shores, the sea a savage beast crawling to meet its end on solid ground. It takes and takes and takes, ceaseless in its hunger.Past the beach, a cottage crouches on the rocky hillside. Its hand-hewn walls stand firm against the cold, as they have for generations. The dark timbers are steeped in salt and story, every passing tempest as important as the tales of soft sealskin and loneliness.Legend, after all, finds its roots in truth.The world holds its breath tonight. No wind stirs the snow, and the sea is calm. Even the merry crackle of the fire in the hearth seems subdued, as though afraid to let its joy spoil the anticipation. Moonlight shatters across the water and smears the frosty windows with silver, throwing a scarred silhouette into sharp relief.Raidou sits on the bed and hugs his legs, cheek pillowed on the bony bend of his knee. He hasn’t moved in what feels like days, suspended in the liminal moment between the past and the promise of happiness.Across the room, the growl of the old coffeemaker crescendos as its water runs low. Metal clacks against ceramic as Ibiki pours two cups, adding a spoonful of sugar to his own. The warmth seeps into Raidou’s fingers when Ibiki presses the mug into his hands and tells him she’ll come.She always does.He doesn’t follow when Raidou sets down the coffee and slips outside. Snow crunches under his boots before solid ground gives way to shifting stones, and he sits back on his heels at the edge of the water as his breath steams the air. Midnight is fast approaching, but nothing stirs the sea.He nearly falls when a soft, lilting voice calls his name. Whirling around, he bites back a whine. Saltwater has dusted her pale skin with frost, but she does not shiver as she offers her sealcoat to him. Mischief dances in her green eyes and across the bow of her lips, and Raidou wastes no time in taking her into his arms.The selkie — Sakura — tells him of her life and her longing over the past year, of grand adventures and mundane days spent cozied in the water’s embrace. In turn, Raidou offers his own highlights: a man, a burgeoning love, and a desire for them to meet.He needn’t have worried.Sakura takes to Ibiki as though he’s always been there. She matches his dry wit with scathing sarcasm, laughs at the way he flushes when she lets the blanket slip off of her shoulder. And when she stands, wholly baring herself, she smiles at the way he looks to Raidou for guidance.Her hands are small against his broad chest as she gently pushes him onto the bed. She traces his scars with keen intent, pressing slim fingers into the knotted flesh and seeking the stories behind them.As Ibiki tells her, voice thin with desire, Raidou takes his time mapping out the muscled plane of her back. She carries her strength with grace, unapologetic in the way she commands a room, and watching Ibiki witness this for the first time stokes the embers burning low in Raidou’s gut.He kisses the hollow behind her jaw, across the line of her shoulders, down the dip of her spine. Pink blooms under his touch, darkening when Ibiki grips her waist and pulls her closer, and she grinds down on him with abandon.Raidou tells her she’s beautiful; Ibiki says she’s stunning.Sakura tips her head back, laughs, and tells them to never stop.Ibiki throws his clothes carelessly into the corner and spreads his legs when she asks. With a quiet groan, she ghosts her hands over the tender skin of his inner thighs. They’re still marred with dark bruises, remnants of Raidou’s attention from last night. Her eyes flit from the marks up to the slick sheen of his cunt, and she grins when he crooks an inviting finger.Raidou leans back and buries a hand in the thick fur of Sakura’s pelt, laid aside. The gesture of trust has never been lost on him — it’s gratifying in a way precious few people will ever understand. He strokes the soft coat gently as he watches her lick into Ibiki, and he smiles. Until now, there has never been another; rather, no one worthy of witnessing Sakura in all her glory.But Ibiki, though hard and rough around the edges, gazes upon her with reverence. He strokes her cheek as she works him over, but soon reaches for Raidou as well. Their fingers knit on the worn blanket as Raidou kneels above him, and his moan as Raidou fucks into his mouth is something holy: rapturous, needy, desperate.When Sakura surfaces, face stained with Ibiki’s come, she pulls Raidou into a searing kiss. With Ibiki on her lips, she sinks down onto his cock and whispers how she’s missed him. Moonlight, scattered through the frost on the window, dapples her skin, and she all but glows with it.Divinity becomes her; magic is evident in every roll of her hips.The world seems kinder when they’re finished and tucked against one another below a knitted blanket. The silence isn’t so loud, and winter’s bite has eased into a gentle nibble. Sakura promises to stay until spring, says she aches when they’re away.And though Raidou wants to ask for forever, he can’t, so he’ll wait for her.Always.

Author: Binkerbell
Ship: KankuSaku
Prompt: Seasonal Flavors
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The glowing firelight made Kankuro’s brown eyes stand out as he looked up at her from beneath her thighs, and Sakura moaned as she focused on them. His mouth was currently very busy, his tongue doing delicious things.He licked a long stripe up to her clit, and she mewled, clenching her thighs around his head as she arched off the bed. One of her hands snaked down to tug his hair. Kankuro chuckled, his breath hot against her sex. He gripped her thighs on his shoulders and opened them, stopping her from suffocating him. The cool metal of his new wedding band was a welcome feeling against her flushed skin.“I know I said I’d die a happy man between these strong thighs of yours, but I don’t plan on that being tonight, darlin’,” he rasped, pulling away with a chuckle. He licked his lips and winked at her. “Be a good girl and keep your legs open for me, love.”Sakura giggled and nodded as she closed her eyes with a slow breath, relaxing her legs against his shoulders. He bent down and sucked at her clit, before slipping two fingers into her dripping cunt.“Fuck, right there,” Sakura gasped, tightening her fingers in his hair.Kankuro hummed against her, his tongue circling her clit in dizzying circles while his fingers fucked into her at a steady pace. He soon added a third finger, which had her keening under his touch. She bucked her hips against his mouth, her cunt dripping and pulsing with need. She could feel her orgasm approaching, and she was desperate to reach that peak.“Fuck, you taste delicious, baby,” Kankuro said, pulling away and wiping his mouth with his arm.“Kankuro,” Sakura whined, opening her eyes.Kankuro only grinned, before he pulled himself up, dragging his warm body against hers. He cradled her face and kissed her, the taste of herself on his tongue. Sakura reached down and grasped his cock, thumbing the leaking tip.“Fuck, Sakura,” Kankuro breathed, feathering hot kisses across her cheeks as she lazily stroked his cock, spreading his precum around the head. “Sweetheart, stop teasin’ me.”Sakura giggled, lifting her face to kiss him slowly, her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth. His breath hitched as she squeezed the base of his cock, dragging her hand up to tease his slit with her thumb again.“I wanna taste you,” she begged, bringing her hand to her mouth and sucking his precum from her finger.Kankuro groaned against her neck, nipping her collarbone as she laughed.“Fuck, don’t tempt me, Sakura,” Kankuro rasped, his hot breath fanning across her skin. “I wanted tonight to be about you.”“Why?” she purred, running her fingers through his hair. “Because it’s our wedding night?”She laughed, and Kankuro’s blush made her chest ache with the love she had for him.“I was trying to be romantic, darlin’,” he whined.Sakura kissed his cheek sweetly. “I love you so much,” she said, cradling his face.“I love you too,” he murmured, taking her chin in his hands and softly capturing her lips.His other hand trailed down her body, cupping her sex, and Sakura inhaled a shaky moan as he traced the seam of her cunt. His erection twitched hotly against her thigh, and she lifted her hips to create friction between them.“Kankuro, please,” she crooned, tracing his jaw with her fingertips.“You’re not wet enough anymore,” he whispered, his fingers tracing her dewy folds.“Grab the lube from the drawer,” Sakura said. “I got it before we checked into the hotel.”Kankuro reached over and grabbed the bottle, his eyes widening as he read the label.“Did you mean to get peppermint flavored?” he asked.“Oh no,” Sakura groaned, giggling as Kankuro tried to hold back his snort of laughter. “It must be a seasonal flavor since it’s close to Christmas.”Kankuro tossed the bottle across the room with an amused huff. Sakura shrieked as he moved down her body, peppering kisses down her abdomen before his hot breath hovered above her quivering pussy.Looking up at her, Kankuro smirked as he pressed a slow kiss to her mound. Sakura sucked in a breath, biting her lip as she watched.“You’re the only seasonal flavor I want, Sakura.”Sakura didn’t get a chance to groan at Kankuro’s romantic joke before his mouth was on her, his hands spreading her dewy lips as his elbows kept her thighs pressed open. His tongue dipped between her folds, slowly licking his way up to her clit. Swirling his tongue around her sensitive nub, Sakura keened as she felt arousal thrum through her veins as her pussy throbbed. She threaded her fingers through his hair as the slick sounds of him worshipping her pussy echoed in her ears. Soft pants left her mouth as she felt her orgasm approach again, and she keened as he flattened his tongue against her.“You taste so good, baby, so sweet,” he muttered as he came up for air briefly, licking his lips as he smiled at her.Sakura’s breath caught as he went down again, easily slipping three fingers into her cunt as his tongue focused on her pearl. He soon found a spongy spot inside her, which made her see stars, and the next thing she knew, she was crying out as she gushed around his fingers and into his waiting mouth. Kankuro drank up her essence, not pulling away until he’d cleaned up every last drop. It wasn’t until she tugged at his head that he finally pulled away, chuckling as he settled beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her body trembled as he kissed her, his hands holding her face.“See? Taste yourself for me,” he said. Sakura laughed into his kiss, a hand on his cheek as she complied.“You’re ridiculous,” she purred, tilting her neck to the side, accepting his languid kisses. “But you’re right. I do taste good.”

Author: Mummapaintstheblues
Ship: KakaSaku
Prompt: Snow Angel
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There were two kinds of heat that could permeate the thick snow of Konoha in winter. The heat between two ninja in the throes of a deadly spar, and the feverish warmth shared between lovers. When the two were combined it was a miracle that the earth beneath them wasn’t scorched.The air was a crisp and welcome relief after a full day spent behind a desk. The tension was sending sparks between the snowflakes as they drew closer to each other."You're getting slow, old man.""You know you like it slow." Kakashi nipped her ear with a growl. "You like it when I take my time with every part of your body."There would be repercussions for using the term old man, and she would gladly take them, but not without a fight. His warmth pinning her into the freshly fallen snow, she wouldn't go down easily. Sakura turned the tables, flipping him and straddling his waist with the soft crunch of fresh powder.It worked, she could feel him harden beneath her."You sure you're up to the task?" She breathed in his ear before nibbling the lobe.Sakura momentarily revelled in the soft grunt that escaped him before her world was turned upside down. Kakashi’s hands found their way to her buttocks, with a firm grip she was lifted before firmly pressed into a mound of soft snow. Her hands pinned above her head."You'll take what you get, sweetheart." He ground his hips into hers, meeting her lips with fervor.The kiss was a heady combination of hot and cold. There was aching warmth lingering deep within her muscles from their recent sparring match. There was tingling in her chest as he pressed into her sensitive nipples. There was a pooling need for release where Kakashi’s hips met hers.His tongue had lulled her into a daze, even if she could do something about the pressing need, Sakura couldn't bring herself to pull away. Despite the icy touch of snow seeping into the cracks of her clothing, it only served to send her giddy. Kakashi had an intoxicating knack for kissing her senseless. The way he could erase her mind and replace it with one singular thought was infuriating. It was all she could do to succumb to his hands, his mouth, his body."This won't do."Kakashi broke the kiss with a nip that would have made her yelp if the air hadn't suddenly left her lungs. Relinquishing her hands, Kakashi lifted her with ease, and the world was a blur of white until her back met the bark of a tree. His body caged her in and though she could break him easily, she didn't want to.Not until she got what she needed.The kiss resumed before Sakura had a chance to catch her breath and her surroundings. With one hand he restrained her wrists above her head. Directing his attention to where she needed it, Sakura ground against the knee placed between her thighs.These stolen moments never lasted long enough and she would be damned if he left her hanging again when she was so desperate for his touch.Kakashi growled into her mouth before withdrawing. She licked her lips with a gulp as he bit into the fabric of the glove of his free hand, dragging it off to free those wicked fingers. Sakura would have giggled but there was no way she'd give him the satisfaction until she'd had her fill."Is this what you want?" He breathed roughly into her mouth.Sakura nodded quickly."That's not how it works, sweetheart. Use your words. Tell me, exactly, what you want.""Unf.." She managed a grunt as he danced fingers along her covered entrance."Say it, baby."Sakura replied by greedily taking his mouth with hers. A feeble attempt to gain control as she wriggled to press herself into him. She whimpered as he withdrew both his tongue and hand."Do as you’re told, you know the rules.""I want… you to touch me… everywhere…"His eyes flashed crimson, belying the smirk playing on his face, before he pressed into her."You know what to say."Sakura’s eyes drifted shut, Kakashi shifted his attention to the exposed skin on her neck, trailing teasing nips up behind her ear. Meanwhile fingers teased circles through the fabric of her pants. It was too many layers to get any relief, the friction and moisture adding an element of veritable torture."Please."With the word he was waiting for uttered, the onslaught began, Sakura bit her lip to refrain from moaning for passers-by to hear. The icy atmosphere was exposed to her burning loins for a second as Kakashi ripped his way into her panties,his fingers immediately seeking out her already pulsing nub and drawing faster circles around the flesh."That's it, Sakura, get nice and wet for me."That dark voice in her ear pushed her further towards the edge she'd been teetering on for what felt like weeks. Sakura sunk her teeth into the loose scarf around his neck. Her leg began to twitch as his thumb resumed the delicious flicks of her clit, and those long fingers dragged to her waiting heat.At first it was long and languid, but only for a moment. With each ministration his pace grew, until one finger was replaced with two, and he began again. It was torturous waiting for the pace and depth to get where she needed it to be so badly. And she was so so close. Kakashi added a third finger and began again, she whimpered, but the white light of release was near.Closer and closer he pushed her, with his eyes firmly fixed on hers, watching until she came on his fingers with a gushing sound and a low groan."Better now?" He husked in her ear."Much." She sighed, belatedly hoping the conspicuous marks they'd left in the snow would only be recognized as angels.

Author: Petrikore
Ship: KisaSaku
Prompt: Snow Storm
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She didn’t know how they ended up here. She just knew where it was going now…Which was apparently a cave in kami-knows-where, in the middle of a snowstorm that she had been assured repeatedly by the staff of the inn she had just departed from was not going to occur. It wasn’t all bad, she assured herself. Saved her the trouble of having to cover her tracks as she trudged along, following the looming cliffside to their appointed meeting location. Sakura hugged her cloak closer to her body, praying that he was already there and had a fire going.She was not so lucky.“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” she groused. “Meeting up here in the dead of winter…”She knew why. Her paramour had been busy lately. Their treasurer had been particularly demanding lately, their coffers running low as they racked up special expenses. And when they collected funds through bounties…And she watched the rosters carefully. He promised not to touch anyone from Konoha and its immediate allies, and his partner was more than capable of keeping him in check.The snap of a twig startled her out of her musings. She pulled a kunai from the pouch on her thigh, holding it defensively in front of her.“Just me, little flower.”The rasping timbre of his voice had her lowering her weapon and heaving a relieved sigh. “A little more of a warning next time would be nice, Kisame.”He laughed darkly as he strode into the cave, not stopping until he was looking straight down at her. “Oh? Already planning for a ‘next time,’ are we?”She could feel the heat radiating from his bluish skin as he towered over her, leaning into him subconsciously. He smelled clean, like salt water and musk. Before she could lose her nerve, she reached out to unzip the black and red cloak he donned, slipping her hand inside and under the skin tight fabric of his shirt.“ Shit , your hands are cold…” Kisame hissed. He hauled Samehada off his shoulder and leaned it against the cave wall before stripping off the offending fabric the rest of the way.Sakura grinned, scratching her nails over the ridges of his abdomen. Kisame groaned and dipped his head, bumping his nose playfully against hers. He knelt to tear her pants down her legs as she kicked off her boots, earning him a yelp as his sharp teeth nipped at the heated skin of her thigh. With a hand under each thigh, he hauled her up to his level. She could feel the hard press of his erection just under the curve of her ass as her back met the frozen wall of the cave.Anyone that glanced at Kisame would think him monstrous, with his deep set eyes and gill-like markings adorning his cheeks. But when she really looked , Sakura found herself appreciative. His eyes were intense, a monsoon storming in their depths. His sharky smile was softened by laugh lines, betraying the joy he found, even with a life like his. She caught herself leaning into him, touching their foreheads together and closing her eyes.If she thought too hard, she’d have to face the fact that this was all it could ever be.“Kisame…” she whined, grinding down on his still clothed cock.“You’re not ready yet, Sakura,” he chastised, a hand slipping between them to rub gentle circles on her clit. She wanted to tell him she didn’t need it, that she was ready and wanted him— needed him—inside her already. But she knew he wouldn’t give in until she was dripping.She gasped as Kisame pressed two thick fingers into her, her body struggling to accommodate the stretch. He moved slowly, coaxing her open as he pressed gentle kisses to her temple. Even with her legs around his waist, he towered over her“That’s it… You’re doing so well, Sakura-chan. Show me how badly you need my cock.”Sakura shook her head, less out of denial and more out of pure delirium. He didn’t move fast enough to make her come, just enough to keep her teetering on the edge. She clutched at the corded muscles of his neck, blindly searching for something to ground her.Kisame’s hand finally withdrew from her silken heat, and he winked as she watched him stick both into his mouth, tasting her. Her lips fell open as she watched his tongue work, but he only smirked before he pushed his pants down, freeing his cock and slotting the tip against her entrance. Her eyes fell closed, her head hitting the cave wall as he thrusted against her, coating himself with her need.“Still okay?”She nodded furiously. “Gods, yes. Please fuck me already.”He laughed shortly. “Your wish is my command.”It was pain tinged with pleasure as he slid home, a guttural groan vibrating through his chest as Sakura keened, the sound getting lost in the storm raging just a few feet away. He had rearranged her in his arms, their bodies flush as his hands gripped at her waist, fucking her down onto his rigid length.“ How are you so fucking tight?” Kisame growled, the sentence punctuated by the rocking of his hips. “Every. Single. Time. And you take it so well for such a tiny little thing…”Sakura tried to breathe through it, every thrust knocking the air from her lungs as he grew more and more desperate. As the tension in her core wound tighter, she clung to him, her tongue laving at his neck, his ear, every inch of heated skin she could reach. It only served to spur him on, a large hand reaching into her hair to direct her mouth to his, their lips clashing desperately as he bottomed out, filling her with his seed. Kisame swallowed her scream as her own orgasm slammed into her.By the time they came down, the storm had calmed. It was time for him to go.

Author: FM White
Ship: ItaSaku
Prompt: Santa Baby
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“ Call me Daddy.”Eyes narrowed. “Absolutely not.”“Do it.”“I refuse.”Sakura pushed her hands up Tobirama’s chest, squeezing his pecs as she tightened her legs around his hips, reveling in the quick mix of pleasure and frustration that crossed over Tobirama’s face. Unable to stop herself, she canted her hips forward and lifted herself off his cock, before slowly letting him slide back in. He let out a shuddering sigh, eyes smoldering with tightly contained frustration at her slow pace. “Please?” she added.“No,” he gritted out.“But I’ve been such a good girl,” Sakura said, taking his hands off her hips and pinning them over his head. Anchoring him with one hand, she watched him as she trailed down his perfectly sculpted biceps with her fingers, enjoying the feel of his silky warm skin over steel muscles.“Exactly,” Tobirama exhaled, the muscles in his shoulder twitching as she passed over it. For all intents and purposes, she barely affected him, but Sakura knew better. She could see how on edge he was simply by how he held himself beneath her, the tension clear in his shoulders and abdomen, the tight and overly controlled way he pronounced her name, even the half-lidded state of his eyes betrayed a deep desire to throw her off him so that he could have his way with her. The mere thought had her nipples tightening and the center of her body burning brightly as she imagined all the ways he could take back control. “You’re a good girl. I am not going to call you Daddy.” He pulled his mouth in the way that made it seem like he pouted. No fifty-year-old man had any right looking that cute. “Besides, it’s weird.”“I can make it work,” Sakura promised, punctuating her remark with another bounce of her hips.He hissed beneath her, then a smirk broke through on his face. “I have no doubt.”“So do it.” She bit her lip. “Otherwise, I’ll punish you.”Something dark flashed behind his eyes. “You’ll punish me?”“Yes,” Sakura promised, looking into his eyes. Somewhere, she was aware of the deep crimson that lit her cheeks, but she forced herself to keep a straight face as she eyed the handsome man beneath her.“How would you punish me?”Shit. How would she punish him? Her brain went into overdrive as she thought of all the things Tobirama did to punish her whenever she wasn’t a good girl for him—there was the one time she deliberately disobeyed him and he repaid her by spanking her ass until her cheeks were reddened and imprinted with his hand. Somehow, Sakura doubted Tobirama would enjoy that.Then there was the time when he forced her on her knees and pushed his cock into her mouth. Involuntarily clenching at the memory of his hand fisted in her hair, the other around her neck while he fucked her throat until he released and filled her mouth with his cum, Sakura reveled in the fantasy for a moment before dismissing it.And then... Then there was the day he bound her to the bed, and he had stood at the end of the bed, leisurely stroking himself till completion, only allowing her to watch and beg for him to release her... She looked around the room—the rug on which they currently found themselves in front of the crackling fire wasn’t exactly made to restrain someone on, not to mention the fact that the only thing coming close to a rope in the vicinity were the Christmas lights she had yet to hang in the tree.An idea popped into her head just then.“Maybe I’ll slip a Rolex under the tree for you. You’ve been an awful good guy.”His brow furrowed in confusion. “Wh—““Or maybe Santa buddy will leave a sixty-five convertible too. Steel blue. But only if you’ll wait up for him.”Confusion made way for a deep frown. “Sakura, you know I fucking hate that song.”“Exactly.”His eyes flashed with anger. “Then, why—““Punishment,” Sakura said, the corners of her mouth pulling into a smirk. “So hurry down my chimney tonight.” She lifted her hips and bore down on him once more.“I’ve never been so aroused in my life,” Tobirama said dryly.“I know,” Sakura said, more confidently than she felt, as she cupped her rather small breasts. Instantly, his eyes drew down to the stiffened pink peaks on her breasts. As expected. He really loved them, often commenting on how perfect they were for him. Feeling a little bolstered, she bit her lip and rolled her nipples between her fingers, before squeezing her breasts. Beneath her, Tobirama looked from one side to another, cock hardened with renewed vigor inside her.“Let me touch them.”“No.”“Sakura,” he said, voice husky and deep in warning.She wrapped her hand around his throat and slowly applied pressure to the sides. His eyes widened for a split second and it looked as though he would stop her, but then he relaxed and submitted to her smaller frame. “Say it,” she hissed.“Let me touch you,” Tobirama said as she released her grip.Unimpressed, she lifted an eyebrow. “Is that the best you can do?” She leaned closer and whispered into his ear: “Beg me for it.”“Please,” he said, the word so small she barely heard it. “Please, let me touch you.”“Please, let me touch you... Daddy.”He glared at her. “No.”“Say it.”He sighed. “Please, let me touch you,” Tobirama repeated dutifully, biting his lip and gritting his teeth before adding: “ Daddy .”“Good boy,” Sakura said.They sat, staring at each other for a moment longer, before both bursting into laughter. As Sakura laid her forehead against his, Tobirama’s hand found her neck, thumb stroking the base of her skull as he kissed her.“Good attempt,” he smiled against her lips.“I’ll do better next time.”“You’re already the best, Sakura.”

Author: al_holland
Ship: InoSaku
Prompt: Snow Bunny
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Working at a ski resort sounded way more interesting than it was most days. Loud families hitting the slopes, snobby elites enjoying serviced chalets, old people in hot springs. The list went on. At least the view from the front desk was nice.And it was a little nicer today.Ski slope fashionistas were a thing, Sakura learned, and this one was probably the queen amongst them. She flounced through the lobby three or four times a day in one of her little outfits. This one was a bright white jumpsuit, fur trimmed and form-fitting, showing off her banging little body. Any tighter, and Sakura was sure the zipper that ran from her neck to her navel would become a lethal projectile.It was with little shame that Sakura watched her heart-shaped ass walk by, her blonde hair swaying behind her as she chatted with the two men at her side.And three hours later, when she walked that ass back into the lobby, laughing and clutching that jumpsuit in a desperate attempt to keep from falling away, Sakura forgot what shame even was.“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”“Yes, ma’am,” Sakura snapped, and lifted her stare from the blonde’s nearly-exposed chest. She wanted to feel annoyed that she somehow managed to have body, fits, and face, but all she felt was mildly turned on as she—Yamanaka Ino, according to the guest logs—bossed her around.Which was how Sakura found herself standing outside Yamanaka Ino’s room with an armful of fresh towels, wondering if she was in hell or heaven, because Ino’s door was ajar, and there were sounds escaping it.Sakura peered through the opening, holding her breath in anticipation.Fuck.That heart-shaped ass she’d been admiring all weekend was hoisted high, cheeks spread wide to display a perfectly manicured, pink, puckered hole, and a shiny, fat pussy. Sakura had to slide her hand over her mouth to muffle her shallow breaths as she watched.Ino was naked and face-down on her mattress, her breasts squished against the bed, visible between her parted thighs. If that wasn’t enough to have the heat coiling in Sakura’s abdomen, Ino’s dainty fingers slipping between slick lips, and her muffled mewling definitely was.Fuck, this was so wrong.But as her fingers moved faster and her moans louder, Sakura found herself unable to leave.“Gonna cum,” Ino keened, rocking her hips back into her hand. “Ooooh, god—ahhh, yes!”Her voice broke and cracked as she came, squirting and quivering, but her fingers still swept between her folds, sending small splashes cascading out of her.“Holy. Shit.”Sakura started at her own stupidity, tripping forward and crashing through the door before landing in a heap at the foot of Ino’s bed.Sakura waited, mortified, for the inevitable righteous fury to hit her. It never did.“Oh, it’s you.”Sakura glanced up warily to see Ino relaxed and smirking.“I-I’m so sorry—”“Save it and make yourself useful,” Ino interrupted, already hopping off the bed and approaching Sakura.“W-what?” Sakura asked, dumbfounded as Ino stood before her, naked and shameless.“This place is supposed to have the best service in the country, right? Prove it.”Ino tempted Sakura to the bed with just a chaste kiss, intertwining their fingers—the same ones she’d just had buried in her pussy. Sakura felt herself flush as her back hit the mattress, then Ino’ lips were back on hers, and her hands were taking Sakura’s and placing them on her body.Fuck, she was as soft as she looked. Sakura would happily sink right into her.Ino grinned when Sakura told her as much. That was the last thing she saw before that sweet, pink pussy was angled over Sakura’s mouth, then lowered so Sakura could see if she tasted as delicious as she looked.Sakura gazed up at the underside of Ino’s breasts, round and ample, bouncing and swaying as she rocked her hips over Sakura’s face.“Ah—eat this pussy, baby—you like that, huh?” she moaned, swirling her hips and bearing down on Sakura’s face, soaking her. “Suck on my clit—make me cum—oh, fuck, yes—”Sakura moaned as she sucked and lapped up as much as she possibly could. Ino grabbed a fistful of Sakura’s hair, holding her tight as she rocked back and forth, smothering her entirely.“Oh, god, yesssss,” she cried, writhing above Sakura, sitting so fully Sakura could hardly find space to breathe. She moaned into Ino’s pussy, desperately licking and sucking, coaxing impossibly more wetness from her.She gripped Ino’s ass, massaging at her soft flesh, somehow pressing her face further into her until any attempt at breath manifested as a slurp. Part of her was scared it would go too far, but the thrill of being smothered by that soft ass and perfect cunt was too enthralling, the hope that Ino might squirt with Sakura’s tongue inside her too tempting.With that goal in mind, Sakura sealed her open mouth to Ino’s seam, her tongue prodding at her entrance while she sucked.Ino keened and tensed above her, her fingers tightening in Sakura’s hair as Sakura continued to suck and stroke until she was finally rewarded with a loud, broken cry and a wave of Ino’s ecstasy.Sakura moaned and spluttered as Ino squirted onto her face, splashing her from her hair, down to the collar of her shirt, and onto the pillow beneath her head.She dazedly watched as Ino’s pussy rose above her face until it was gone entirely, and not a moment later, Sakura found herself moaning into Ino’s mouth instead of her cunt. Ino grinned against her lips before taking Sakura by the hips and flipping her face down into the damp pillow.“Time for your tip,” she muttered into Sakura’s ear, and all Sakura could think was that neither of them had bothered closing that damned door.

Author: Lilyoftheshadow
Ship: SakuSaku
Prompt: Purity
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It was strange, feeling her hands on her breasts, but at entirely the wrong angle. Her brow furrowed.“Stop thinking, Sak.”“You know I can’t.”“Yeah, I do. Don’t make me do something we’ll regret.”“Like wha--OW!”Shocks surged up her spine as something flicked against her clit, dry and rough.“Wait, It’s too weird, I can’t...”Sakura sat back on her heels with a sigh, looking down at herself with a frown.“We need to relax,” she said. “And we know that orgasm is one of the safest ways to do that. And since we can never get the right angle and you refuse to go pick up someone at a bar, here we are.”Sakura stared up at herself for a moment before letting her head fall back with a heavy sigh.“There’s always Ino’s present,” her clone said, a mischievous grin lighting her face. Sakura’s eyes shot open.“No!” she cried, sitting up, almost knocking heads with herself. But she’d already jumped off the bed, dragging the red-and-gold box out from under the bed. The plastic window on the front revealed what would have been a lovely glass ornament, if it weren’t a solid and heavy ten inches long, with the candy cane stripes slightly raised--”ribbed for extra holiday cheer”“Don’t make me tie you up,” she said, ripping the box open and dumping it on the bed.Sakura stared as she darted out of the room to wash it, and looked apprehensively at the free lube sample that had fallen out with it. She picked it up, her stomach twisting low as she flicked open the cap. It was peppermint, she noticed, as she shivered a little, rubbing her fingers together to test its texture.Suddenly, she wanted to know how it felt. Another drop, and she let her pinky trail down her stomach, twitching from anticipation, before she reached the thick pink curls on her mound. She felt a familiar ache, and almost sighed with relief. Maybe she should just dismiss the clone and do what she usually did.The peppermint was icy against her clit, and Sakura gasped, arching off the bed.Her nipples tightened from the chill it gave her, and she let her fingers drift down to circle her lips, spreading the lube enough to glide the tips of two fingers into herself.Her own lubrication finally made an appearance, magnifying the icy sensation instead of diluting it. Her core twitched, and she plunged her fingers in as deep as she could reach with a soft gasp.She could do this herself, she decided. Her free hand found her breast, cupping it and pinching her nipples. She didn’t notice herself returning, watching with a small smirk and reaching for the lube that had been dropped by the wayside.“OH!”Sakura shot upright at the hand on her ankle, and she smirked at herself, brandishing the toy.“Sounds like we’re ready for this?” she murmured, and Sakura’s eyes widened.Sakura let her hand slide firmly up her thighs, coaxing them apart. The candy cane glittered in the low light, and Sakura sucked in a shuddering breath.She was so wet, the smooth glass slid easily between her lips. Sakura let out a long, low moan, feeling every ridge as promised on the box. Sakura must have made sure to rinse it in very cold water, because the combination of cool and peppermint made her shiver to her very core, and she wasn’t sure whether to press for more or wriggle away.“That’s a good girl,” Sakura murmured, slowly dragging the toy out, eliciting a needy whine from the woman who lay panting on her back. Sakura twisted the candy cane around, and pushed slowly back in.Sakura bucked her hips.“Please! I need--I--”Sakura let out a giggle that sounded positively evil, pressing the last few inches into her. The crook of the candycane pressed against her ass, and Sakura squealed, jerking away.“Wait!” she gasped. “Not--”“Relax, I was teasing,” Sakura replied, twisting the candy cane again and dragging it slowly out, interrupting Sakura’s protest with a moan.“Pl--Please...”“That’s a good girl,” Sakura grinned when she began begging, and thrust in again, more roughly this time. Sakura’s voice was lost in a crescendo of sharp cries and gasps, as her hands, long since abandoning her cunt for her breasts, were roughly pushed aside.Sakura screamed. Hot lips latched onto her nipple, and a wet tongue seared against the sensitive nub.Sakura released her with a lewd smack.“Next time,” she murmured, never faltering with her pace as she laved the other nipple breifly, before blowing on it, “You will fuck me, because when I expire, we’ll get to come again.”Sakura’s eyes flew wide with realization as her breast was once again engulfed by hot, sweet lips, and the faintest hint of teeth sent her flying over the edge.The glass was unforgiving inside her as she clenched tight, a sob ripping free from her throat. Sakura smirked, pulling back, and sat on her heels where Sakura could see her dripping core.“I’m out of chakra,” she pouted. “But...”Sakura gasped, throwing her head back as sakura plunged the thick, long toy into herself with a smirk before vanishing with a faintly minty cloud of smoke.The memories from her clone came rushing into her, and she felt another rush of icy heat as a second orgasm rushed over her.“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, panting on the bed, twitching around nothing, feeling equally sated and bereft.It took several minutes for her to be able to move, and she brought her arm over her eyes, blocking out the little light left in her room.Next time, it will be even better, she heard the small voice in the back of her head. Her eyes shot open. It had been a while since she heard from Inner. It wouldn’t be too long again, though, that was for sure.

Author: Kakashisgf
Ship: MadaSaku
Prompt: Christmas Party Date
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"No way! Uchiha Madara is a grumpy, egotistical caveman who always picks fights with me. Why on earth would I want to be his date?"Hashirama sighed. "Because it's his birthday. And Christmas Eve. And you don't have a date either.""So what?" Sakura crossed her arms stubbornly."And… I think you like him."Sakura spluttered. She absolutely did not! Madara was the guy who wanted to destroy the world in her era—what did it matter that he was less inclined to villainy in this time? Or that he was actually kind of funny and, now that he wasn't trying to kill her, maybe a little attractive?"See?" Hashirama grinned. "That blush is proof."Sakura huffed. "Fine. If he wants me to be his date, I will. But you'd better not make him think it was my idea!"Hashirama held up his hands innocently, and she gave him a sharp look before stomping out of his office."I fail to see why I should have to spend my birthday with that time-traveling fury."Hashirama smiled. "Because it's your birthday, and Mito is throwing a Christmas party, and neither of you have dates.""No date is better than a woman who clearly hates me." Madara's jaw tightened."If she truly hated you," Hashirama said slyly, "why did she agree?""Heh?!" A light dusting of pink colored Madara's cheeks, and he looked away. "Well, I guess if…""Excellent! Also, don't forget—formal wear!"Madara snorted. "Fine."Sakura downed her third champagne of the night, trying to quell the nervousness she'd felt since Madara showed up at her door, wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo and looking way better than any future archvillain should."That bored?" he asked, breaking the silence.Sakura startled. "Huh?""Eloquent, as always…""So-rry," she retorted snarkily. "Didn't think Neanderthals were verbal."Madara glared, and she glared back, but before they could devolve into yet another argument, Hashirama appeared and ushered them onto the dance floor with orders to work out their frustrations another way.That phrasing sent Sakura's mind straight to the gutter, and it got worse when Madara tentatively slid a hand around her waist. His large, calloused fingers were warm against the bare small of her back, and she had to look down to hide her blush as they swayed awkwardly."You look pretty tonight," Madara said gruffly."Er, thanks." Sakura's flush intensified. "You clean up well yourself."They fell quiet again, and the space between them gradually diminished. The hand holding hers slipped to her waist, and she wrapped her freed arm around his neck, her heart beating so hard, he must have heard it."Why did you agree to this?" he asked softly, his deep voice rumbling her ear."I—uh…""I thought you hated me."Sakura shook her head. "No. Do you hate me?" She felt his grip tighten, and then he lifted a hand to tilt her head back. When their eyes met, she saw something in his that made her tremble."No." Madara's gaze drifted to her mouth, then back.A sudden rush of butterflies in her stomach had Sakura stumbling from him. "I need to, um—freshen up."She fled toward the bathroom, but before she made it in, Madara caught up with her. Tugging on her wrist, he turned her around to face him."What are you—" Sakura tried to sound indignant, but the effect was probably lost when she let him back her against the wall."I didn't take you for a coward," he murmured.She scowled. "I'm not."Leaning down, he smirked victoriously. "Prove it.""You're such an asshole..." Despite her words, Sakura had to bite back a smile as she dragged him into a deep kiss.Madara groaned, holding her with a desperation that surprised her. She felt his muscles through his tux, and she was reminded that he was a very, very dangerous man. Somehow, though, that only enhanced her arousal, and when he nudged his knee between her thighs, she parted her legs easily."Woman, you frustrate the hell out of me, and it makes me—dammit." His voice was low and dark as he fisted the hair at the nape of her neck. "It makes me want you.""Likewise…" Sakura breathed.They kissed each other roughly, the frustration of months of antagonism coming out in nips and digging hands. Madara grabbed one of her legs and hooked it around his waist, and she pulled his wild mane to bare his throat to her lips. She wanted to mark him, to prove that this powerful man was at her mercy, even as he trapped her with his hard body, even as he made her ache with need in spite of who he was.When Sakura bit into his neck, Madara growled and spun her around, pressing her chest against the wall. "Are you trying to make me fuck you here?""What if I am?" she challenged, suddenly uncaring who saw them.With a groan, Madara rolled his covered cock into her ass. "Woman…""Sakura. My name is Sakura." She turned her head back to glare at him.In response, he kissed her harshly, one hand pinning her wrist above her head, the other tugging down the top of her dress to reveal her breast. "I know your goddamned name, Sakura," he bit out. "You're all I can fucking think about."The rawness of his admission burned, and Sakura unconsciously clenched her thighs together."Oh, no, you don't," Madara said, and the hand that had been pinching her nipple ducked under her skirt, his fingers sliding between her legs, into her panties, over her clit. "Not when you're this wet for me..."Sakura couldn't speak, could barely breathe. She didn't want to admit defeat, but he was searing through her like wildfire.Distantly, she heard a zipper lower, and then her panties were dragged down and a different heat was at her core."You win," he whispered, his breath warming her ear moments before he thrust his cock inside her.

Author: Deijinn
Ship: GaaSaku
Prompt: Tinsel
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“You know little bunny, being all tied up makes it easy pickings for predators.” Gaara’s breath was hot against Sakura’s ear as he reached above her head, tugging at the ropes that held her body suspended in the middle of the nightmare of a book cover that Jiraiya had imagined up.The set was a giant ornament-shaped web of rope and tinsel, and she couldn’t help but admire the way the rainbows bounced off of strands as her field of vision inverted in one smooth motion. She gave a silent prayer to the sticky tape that was holding the white cotton flannel to her bosom. She hadn’t contracted for a nude shoot this time around. Then again, she didn’t imagine her contract included her Dom as her shooting partner.“Well,” She started breathlessly, trying to shake the hair from her face, the strands getting caught in her lip gloss. Her body rocked as he loosened strands from the set around them, anchoring the rope to her harness to accommodate for the new position. “You know I always aim to please.” Her stomach clenched when the sea green of his eyes met hers, Gaara crouching down to be face to face with her.“And pleased I am.”She tugged her lip between her teeth, fighting for a modicum of professionalism as the harsh shutter of a camera filled the charged space around them. The way he looked at her now was how he always looked at her– Intensely primal, possessive.It made her ache.“You’re gonna get me fired.” She whispered as he sat in the pool of tinsel strands, crossing his legs as he cradled her head in his hands. She was only about two feet off the ground, face level with his as he gathered her hair in his hand. He reached behind him, fingers rustling in the clinquant sea before he found his prize– a length of glittering garland. Her eyes followed it before he fastened it as a makeshift ponytail, tugging on it experimentally. He gave her a mischievous grin as he craned her neck back, training her eyes to the floor.Snap.“I would never.” He whispered back, his thumbs stroking her chin gently as he sat with her. “But if you thought I would let Kiba , of all people, get to see you like this?” The growl that snuck into his words made her whimper.Snap.She was blissfully content as his hand curved across her shoulders and to her waist. His hand rested on her navel, his presence anchoring her to this existence as the lights dimmed around them.She took a deep breath in, the spice of his cologne making her head foggy as he got on his knees. She barely registered Sukea’s voice as he instructed Gaara through the shoot, brain fuzzy as the rope pressed ravines in her skin. She choked off a moan as her love trailed kisses between the weave of her ropes.She was a professional. She was not going to get off at a gig. She could stay in control of herself, even if her partner looked at her with wicked eyes as he touched her in every sensitive spot he knew on the roadmap of her body–Her reverie was broken when her exposed bottom made contact with the slick bed of tinsel that cushioned the floor. The long line of her torso arched towards the singular spotlight now shining above them as his hands traveled the length of her body, fingers massaging slow circles into her skin as she rested her head against denim clad thighs. She squirmed as his hands teased at the scrap of cotton covering her pussy.“Do you need me here, angel?” He whispered above her, ignoring her whine as she buried her face in the rough seams of his jeans. “Use your words.”“Please.” She breathed out, gasping as he pressed the pad of his finger into her clit. She was already embarrassingly wet, and when she heard the shutter of the camera she froze, eyes wide. Gaara reached behind her, adjusting the ropes so she could be on her back, anchoring her wrists to her hips.He hummed, pleased, and looked off stage. He gripped the garland in her hair as he discussed something that she couldn’t register over the sound of her heart pounding, rocking her head lazily side to side and she closed her eyes, content. The tinsel around her rustled as Gaara moved, but she didn’t open her eyes until she felt the ropes bite into the meat of her thighs once more.She watched as he leveled her hips to his lips, gasping as the flat of his tongue dragged the full length of her pussy. Her shoulders nearly left the floor as her underwear was torn to pieces, the cool air replaced quickly by a wet heat that zipped lightning down her spine. She was reduced to a puddle as her Sir swirled his tongue around her clit, sucking on it playfully before dipping into her core. She tugged at her bindings, fingers wanting to tangle in the mop of red hair she could barely even see at this angle.“S-Sir–No! Fuck!” She let out a shudder as he pulled his mouth from her, the orgasm she was chasing out of reach. He clicked his tongue in disapproval.“Good bunnies stay quiet in public, remember?” He teased, pulling her hair wrap to force her eyes on his. She swept her gaze to the brunette who had covered some distance since she last saw him, perched at the very edge of the set. He had switched lenses at some point too. She panted, eyes half lidded as her pussy clenched in sync with the snap of the camera.She had forgotten about him.She pressed her lips together as she nodded to her lover, heart fluttering at the smile that spread across his lips before he nibbled his way up her inner thigh once more.

Author: FM White
Ship: ItaSaku
Prompt: Coming Home for Christmas
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“Don’t cum until I tell you to.”As always, the roughness that tinged Itachi’s voice during these intimate moments caused her blood to turn to lava in an instant, her skin hypersensitive, like he charged it with electricity. She cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder, waiting for him to continue, her hands itching to touch herself. Through the phone, she heard his soft breathing and the unmistakable crunch of his footsteps in the snow.“Are you outside?”“I am,” he said. The mental image of him walking outside, perhaps wearing that blue scarf she had bought him last year wrapped around his neck, shot a pulse of longing through her. “Are you in bed?”“Yes.”“And Sasuke?”There it was. Guilt, throbbing deep within her, but squashed within an instant as she thought of her husband and their derelict marriage. Those thoughts were for when she was alone again, but now for now. “Gone until the new year.”“Good.” His voice lowered. “Tell me, Sakura, did you miss me?”She bit her lip. “Yes. So much.” She squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks burning. “You’re all I think about. Every thought, all the time, even when I’m just grocery shopping or feeding Sarada.” She took a deep breath. “You drive me crazy.”“I miss you too,” Itachi said, and even through the phone, Sakura could hear the longing in his voice, causing her toes to curl. “Wish I was there to touch you now.”“Where would you touch me?” she dared to ask.“I would start by kissing you,” Itachi said. The ease with which she could imagine him, even feel him, surprised her as it always did—from the weight of his body pressed on top of hers, to his silken hair caressing her skin, and his tongue exploring her mouth with his slow, erotic strokes instantly set her aflame. “I’d kiss you and taste your mouth until we need to come apart for breath,” Itachi continued, voice a hushed, sexy whisper. “Then I would take your hands and pin them over your head while I kiss and lick my way down your neck.”“Yes,” she whispered, hands now on her body as she followed the path Itachi was describing to her with her fingertips. Eyes still firmly shut, she pictured Itachi over her, his hot wet tongue over her clavicle before his lips found her shoulder to kiss, and how he would move down her arms to worship every inch, stopping to kiss and lick her fingers while looking at her with that dark fire behind his eyes, only to make his way back up to her chest and give her other arm the same treatment.“Itachi...” she breathed. “How is it I can feel you doing this? It’s like you’re here.”“You are mine, Sakura.”The bold proclamation caused her breath to freeze in her lungs while the center of her body became unbearably hot. Even with her eyes open, the image of him over her seemed to be seared into her very retinas, body longing for someone who wasn’t there.“I’m yours,” she said.“If I was there now...” Itachi let out a dark chuckle. “If I was there now, I would make my way down to your breasts, Sakura. Hold them in my hands, stroke your sensitive little nipples with my thumbs until you beg me for more. Then I would suck on them while watching you moan for me.”“Oh, gods...” she managed, rubbing her nipples.“And when you beg for me... I will stroke your stomach, taste your skin, licking your bellybutton...”“I love how you want to touch every part of me,” Sakura moaned, fingers slipping over her stomach. She rubbed her legs against each other to ease the growing pressure, smearing the moisture gathered there over her inner thighs.“Every part of you is mine, Sakura. Mine to touch, kiss and taste as I please.”She moaned. “I’m all yours.” Her fingers creeped lower into the short curls. “Where would you go next?”At that moment, the doorbell rang.Spell broken, Sakura huffed out a breath and cursed. She waited a beat, then the doorbell rang again. And again. No-one in the right mind would dare to disturb her at 1am. But it could be an emergency. It could be Sarada. “Itachi, hold on, someone is at the door.”She tossed the phone on the bed, wrapped a bathrobe around herself and went to the front door, opening it with so much force she nearly unhinged it.Behind it stood Itachi, still holding the phone to his ear.He entered in two big steps, pushed Sakura from the door and let it close behind him. A second later, his hand found its way through the opening of her robe, touching the wetness between her legs with cool fingers. She gasped and stared at him, uncomprehending, then melted a second later when he began rubbing her clit.“Fuck,” she moaned, grabbing his jacket, inhaling his scent deeply.“So wet for me,” Itachi said, kissing the shell of her ear before licking the rim. Without warning, he slipped one finger into her heat, and another. She gasped at the feel of him stretching her, his thumb rubbing her clit.“Please,” she mumbled, legs feeling weak as the wet sound of his fingers deep inside her traveled to her. Her inner walls clenched around him, her vision becoming blurry as she tried her hardest to stop herself from climaxing right then and—“Come for me, Sakura.”Whether it was the sound of his voice or the heat of his breath, or the intense craving she had always felt for Itachi, she came with a cut-off shout, holding onto him as her orgasm wreaked havoc through her body. He fucked her with his fingers until she came down from her high and smiled at him."I'm glad you're here.""I'll always come home to you."Neither of them mentioned this wasn't actually his home.

Author: Lightweaver
Ship: InoSaku
Prompt: Ice Skating
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Sakura cursed every impulse that had led her to tell Ino that she wanted to reinvent herself after her divorce. I’ve spent so long trying to be the perfect girlfriend and then the perfect wife that I don’t know who I am anymore. I need to discover myself. Yeah, those words were coming back to bite her in the ass. She’d imagined picking up knitting, or gardening. Not whizzing around on ice while balancing on a thin metal strip.And she certainly hadn’t imagined feeling butterflies in her stomach as she watched Ino’s graceful movements.She stepped tentatively onto the ice, still clutching at the railing that surrounded the private lake on Ino’s family’s property. “I’m not sure this is a good idea, Pig…”“Take my hand,” Ino said, cornflower eyes meeting jade, utterly sincere, without a hint of frustration at Sakura’s dithering. She stretched a hand out with a smile – the same one she’d worn when she had first extended a crimson ribbon that had become Sakura’s lifeline. “I won’t let you fall.” There was no refusing that.With Ino’s reassuring grip and the wind whipping through her hair, Sakura allowed herself to be free. She laughed giddily. Ino was right, she’d been so afraid all for nothing, this was amazing –Her skates hit the ice wrong, and she tumbled, pulling Ino down with her. They landed in a tangle of limbs, and Ino started laughing uproariously. It was infectious – Sakura couldn’t help but join in.“Seriously, Forehead,” Ino teased, “way to bring me down with you too!”Lying there on the ground, her back freezing, Ino’s warm body atop hers, their breasts pressing against each other, breaths mingling as they panted from exertion – Sakura couldn’t help herself. Her hesitations vanished, and she grasped Ino’s face and kissed her, tasting nutmeg and chocolate on her lips, spicy yet comforting, like Ino herself.Her hands tangled in Ino’s hair as their tongues pressed against each other, before Ino pulled away, shaking her head and looking aside. Sakura whined in protest.“You’re rebounding. You’re mad, and you want to make yourself feel better. I won’t let myself be used like that, Sakura.”“I’m not –”“Oh? So what, I’m supposed to think you suddenly discovered how hot boobs are after 20 years of insisting you’re totally straight?”“Damn it, Ino!” Sakura yelled. “I’ve always liked you. But you always saw everyone except me.”“Because I couldn’t risk being wrong,” Ino said softly, finally turning back to Sakura. She ran her fingers lightly over Sakura’s cheek, frisson sparking wherever they touched. “I couldn’t risk losing you.”She drew in a breath. “This... Sakura, if it’s not serious – be honest with me. I don’t think I could take it if I was just a way for you to – to try something new.”“I’ve loved you since you gave me that ribbon, Ino. I’ve never been more serious in my life.”Ino pressed her lips against Sakura’s. Sakura sighed, opening her mouth to Ino. There were no more secrets between them – Ino now knew every inch of Sakura’s soul. Sakura felt it in their kiss – soft, warm, tentative touches, their tongues swirling in a dance as they explored each other. Her insides fluttered.In that moment, she was complete.Ino’s hands snaked under Sakura’s sweater, and Sakura bucked against the chill. Ino hadn’t even been wearing gloves. Ino smirked and continued up Sakura’s torso, reaching under her bra –“Fuck,” she gasped as Ino’s icy fingers stroked first one nipple, then the other. They immediately puckered under her attentions. Ino blazed kisses along her neck, the pads of her fingers continuing to toy with her nipples. Nails scraped over stiffened nubs, and Sakura whimpered.“Such pretty sounds. I’ve dreamt of them, you know,” Ino said, meeting Sakura’s eyes with a smirk that stoked the flames of her desire. She continued to caress Sakura’s breasts at a leisurely place, ignoring her whimpers, ignoring the very part of her that needed attention.“Ino, please,” Sakura begged, writhing against her touch.Ino only laughed. “I don’t think so. I quite like hearing you beg,” she said. Her motions became even slower, languidly drawing circles on Sakura’s breasts. With a desperate cry, Sakura wrenched her gloves off and grasped Ino’s hands, pulling them out of her shirt.“My pussy, Ino, please – touch me there – ”Finally taking pity on her, Ino dipped her hand into Sakura’s pants. “Is this where you need me, baby?” she cooed as her chilled fingertips stroked her clit. Sakura cried out and rolled her hips against Ino’s hand. She was going to die from how amazing this felt.A single finger entered her, and Sakura gasped. This, this right here was heaven – riding Ino’s finger as it dipped and swirled within her, Ino watching her face carefully to observe which motions brought her the greatest pleasure.And then, Ino added another finger, and just when Sakura thought it couldn’t get any better, Ino added a third, and twisted, hitting just the right spot. “Ino,” she keened. “Yes, please, so good, Ino, you’re amazing – ”“Of course I am,” Ino laughed as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of Sakura, the scraping of her nails adding to the sheer sensation Sakura was drowning in. It wasn’t unpleasant at all – no, the pain only served to enhance the pleasure, driving Sakura wild. Ino pressed again into that spot, fingers curling, and Sakura’s world shattered. She was combusting, lava pooling low in her abdomen, shockwaves pulsing through her body, the orgasm far better than any she’d ever experienced before.Ino rolled off her, and the two of them lay next to each other, panting. Sakura took Ino’s skilled hand in hers and interlaced their fingers. “Teach me to do the same for you,” she begged.Ino smirked. “You just came, and you want round two already, huh, Forehead?”“I’ve only been thirsting for you for twenty years, Pig. One round wouldn’t ever be enough.”

Author: thechaoscryptid
Ship: GenSaku
Prompt: Yule Log
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Genma knows he makes pain a thing of beauty. Sakura tells him so: that watching his brow knit when a crop cracks against his ass feels sinful, and his thin, reedy whines between each strike are ripped from an angel’s lips. His skin is a canvas, each blow a brushstroke as Sakura paints him in red. He is her masterpiece, her purpose, her pride.Outside, the wind is a mournful howl that echoes his own when Sakura drags carefully manicured nails over her fresh marks. The glass of her floor-to-ceiling windows is freezing against his palms, a stark contrast to the stinging heat radiating from his backside. It’s impossible to see anything past the fat snowflakes dancing in the air, and that fact is equally a relief and disappointment.Sakura swats him again, three times in quick succession, and he hisses as the full length of his body presses against the glass.She is a vision in the reflection, a god clad in leather and haloed by a bright smear of firelight. The crop rests lazily in her grip, but Genma knows better than to assume she’s finished. She’ll tell him when they’re done, and he trusts her to do so just as much as she trusts him to speak up if she is too much.Her lips curl up in a cruel cut of a smile as she reaches out and smooths her hands down the curve of his ass, tugging gently at the heated skin until the breath leaves him in a rush. The kiss she lays on his spine is sweet, but the sweetness is tempered by her sharp twist of the plug she stuffed him full with earlier.(“For naughty boys who can’t keep their paws off of themselves,” she’d admonished as the cool glass slid home.He can’t regret touching himself when she’s looked like sin incarnate at every gathering this week.)“Color, pet,” she demands when he lets out a surprised yelp at a light slap.“Green, Sir.”Her thumb digs into the meat of his thigh as she presses against him from behind, face thoughtful as she glances down. The thick purple dildo she’s got on rubs against the base of the plug, nudging it against his prostate. “I’d love to let you come tonight,” she muses. “Do you think you deserve my cock?”“I want to,” he says. “Please, Sir, I need it.”She grinds her hips forward and splays her hand against his stomach, just barely ghosting her knuckles against his weeping head. “You needed it so bad that you couldn’t give it a rest for a week, pet. I don’t ask for much, but playing with your little toy is worth more than a direct order.”“I wa— Ah!”Sakura grins and squeezes her hand around his cock again, the pressure just shy of painful as the crop taps sharply against some of the darker marks. “That wasn’t a question, and I’m not interested in excuses,” she says. “Fifteen more strikes and I’ll give you what you’re so desperate for.”Genma balls both hands into fists against the glass in preparation as she pulls away, heels clicking ominously on the floor. “Yes, Sir.” He swallows. “Fifteen.”“Count them.”He’s barely begun to nod when the first stinging blow lands high on his thigh. The second has him clenching hard around the plug, and every subsequent strike makes his cock drool, precome beading down his shaft. Sakura’s quick about it, too, relentless and demanding as the count climbs higher.His skin is on fire when she finishes, but she doesn’t give him time to breathe before she’s pulling out the plug and slicking her cock up. His cry when her hips snap flush against his is a broken, primal thing; her answering growl resonates with something deep inside of him.Sakura’s hands roam everywhere as she fucks into him: clawing down his chest, snaking up to press against his throat, pulling his hips closer as she thrusts deep. She is a maelstrom, a force of nature tearing at him from the inside as she lights him up with sensation.When her teeth sink into the curve of his shoulder, he arcs back against her, steadying himself with a trembling hand.When she pulls on his cock, he bites his lip hard enough to hurt before she whispers that he’s done well, he can let go now.And when she eases out of him, petting gently down his flank, he sinks to his knees and stares, unseeing, at the foggy mess they’ve made of the windows.Sakura eases him deftly back into the waking world with gentle touches and soft whispers. She never allows him to drift for too long, and Genma prefers it that way — being unmoored is much more distressing than it is pleasant.He grumbles when she begins icing his ass and thighs, but can’t help the smile that breaks across his face when she laughs at him. With his face buried in the pillow, he relaxes into the mattress as she smooths aloe across his skin, kneading into the places that aren’t too welted.It isn’t until they’re settled on the couch, his head in her lap, that he takes a good long look at her. He loves her at her most severe — he’ll never deny that leather, slicked back hair, and the dark makeup she favors on particularly masc days really do it for him. But he loves her like this, too: hair curling damply at her temples and firelight flickering in the depths of her eyes, a binder on her chest and a satisfied twist on her lips.He presses up and pulls her into a languorous kiss before reaching to turn the fireplace off. She makes a quiet noise of protest before he flicks a lighter to life and touches it to the candles on the Yule log, bathing the two of them in soft candlelight. “I love you,” he says. “Thank you.”Sakura smiles.

Author: al_holland
Ship: ChouSaku
Prompt: Mall Santa
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“Ho ho ho, welcome to Santa’s Village!”Sakura was a bad person— A sick, twisted sort of person.“What would you like for Christmas?”Her tights were thick and itchy, but that didn’t stop her from soaking them right through.“Well, let’s make sure you’re not on the naughty list, then.”“Get a goddamn grip, Forehead,” Ino snapped when Sakura let out a whimper and pressed her wobbly knees together.“Twinkletoes, that is wildly inappropriate,” the Head Elf snapped quietly before returning to his candy cane peddling.“Sorry. Get your shit together, Peppermint,” she corrected. Sakura heard the candy cane in Head Elf Sugarplum’s hand snap.“Okay, kids!” he sang out. “Santa and his elves need to take a little break. We’ll be back in fifteen minutes with more candy!”The line of kids cried out but Santa was already ducking away, and Sugarplum was shuffling her and Ino along after him. Sakura wouldn’t condone Ino’s impropriety, but she couldn’t deny that she was grateful.While Sugarplum gave Ino a strict but cheery talking to, Sakura stole away for a private moment in one of the dressing rooms, wasting no time in yanking her soggy tights down.Unfortunately, that dressing room happened to already be claimed.“Hey! Peppermint, right?”Sakura blinked at the half-naked mall Santa in front of her. She was only slightly relieved to find him more attractive like this than she did in the Santa get-up.“S-Sakura,” she said. “Chouji, right?” she asked, as if she wasn’t painfully aware. “Sorry to barge in, I’ll go—”Chouji laughed, deep and hearty, and Sakura felt it deep inside herself. “No worries. We can share,” he offered, his grin wide and inviting, but she swore she saw something a little suggestive in it.“Oh…”“C’mon,” he said, leaning back in his seat, gesturing to his lap, to the very same thighs she had been fantasizing about, non-stop. “Anything you wanna ask for?”She couldn’t stop herself from raking her eyes over him, from his thick thighs to his wide chest and shoulders. By the time she got to that playful grin, she was already halfway to his lap. He helped her down onto him, his large hands curling around her hips as her ass settled against his thighs.Fuck, he was so unbelievably solid.“So?” he prompted.Her lips were moving before she could think. “I wanna be stuffed like a goddamn stocking.”This time, she felt his laugh rattle through her, leaning against his bare chest as he slid his hands into her half-rolled-down tights and pushed them until she could slip one foot out and reposition herself into a straddle. He was quick to seal his mouth over hers.“We have ten minutes,” she mumbled into his kiss. His reply was to slide his hands under her ass and pull her flush against him, his erection pressing into her core.Thank the gods she was such a horny son of a bitch, because he was thick, but she was almost embarrassingly wet and ready for him. She moaned around his tongue as he gripped her hips hard and pushed her down over his length until she sank fully over him, feeling like she was being split in two.“Oh, fuck,” she keened as his hips started rocking into her. She practically melted against him, pressing her body to his, feeling as much of him beneath her as she could. “So big,” she mewled.“How’s that? Nice and full?” he asked, his voice gruff as he began to jerk harder into her, as his hands slid under her red-and-white striped dress, pushing it up over her chest so she could press her bare skin to his.Dying for more, she grinded herself on his dick, sliding back and forth desperately on his lap.“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he mumbled, flicking his thumb over her nipple. “That pussy is so tight—so hot. So fucking good.”“Yes,” she gasped, bouncing on his cock. “Feel so good. Gonna cum.”His hips flexed beneath her, meeting each of her bounces with a sharp thrust that left her crying out incoherently. Her stupid elf’s hat was flinging around, the bell jangling incessantly as she rode him hard and fast, taking his thick cock as deep as she could.She clamped down hard around him when she came, moaning loudly into his mouth as he slotted his lips over hers. She rolled her hips, milking everything she could from her orgasm while he continued to fuck into her at a jerky pace until he slid out of her.She nuzzled into him as he moaned softly before she felt him splash across her ass. She giggled, feeling lightheaded, before her world was spinning and she found herself face down in the couch cushions, ass in the air. She barely had a chance to look over her shoulder before his grin disappeared behind her ass and his tongue was on her.A crackly moan escaped her as his mouth travelled over her skin, sucking and biting, getting just close enough to her hole to tease her. She held her breath in excited anticipation.An alarm blared from the table next to her head, halting them.“Ah,” Chouji said with a small sigh. “Break time’s over.”She felt his weight shift off the couch, and watched him hastily redress himself while she remained with her bare ass hoisted high.“Thanks, Sakura,” he said with a playful grin and a wink. “You’re welcome on my lap, any time.”Her face flushed as he left her to gather herself in peace, the door closing softly behind him.She was late returning from break, and Head Elf Sugarplum looked about as pissed as anyone wearing a tinsel scarf could, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel sorry.Ino snorted, a knowing smirk on her rosy-cheeked face. “Your hat’s crooked, Forehead.”“Twinkletoes!” Sugarplum hissed. Sakura silently hoped he’d call for another fifteen.

Author: Kayparker20
Ship: NejiSaku
Prompt: Home for the Holidays
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Neji entered the office and gave Kakashi a bland look, wondering why exactly he had been called home from his important task.“This is a surprise, if I must make a comment, because I know you’ll sit there and stare at that precious orange book of yours.”A smirk spread across his superior’s lips. “Consider your homecoming my gift not to you, but to my favorite student. You know how much she misses you.”“Abuse of power.” Neji commented with a quirk of the lips.“Lies. You’ve been out on the border the longest, it’s time you get rest.”“So, loop holes, now.”“Go home,” Kakashi started before flickering towards him. “But you have to wear this.”--Neji gripped the door handle of his shared home, the smell of jasmine already flooding his sense and making him long for her even worse now than on his loneliest nights. The door clicked before it opened and he stepped inside, smiling even as he felt ridiculous.Sakura was lounging on the couch in his favorite silk night gown, the green matching her viridian eyes perfectly while being festive all at once. Her head whipped towards the door and he smirked as he watched her head dig into the couch for a hidden kunai before her jaw went slack.Within the next second she was colliding with his body just as he managed to shut the door and he buried his face into her and she held him just a little too tight .“Neji, you’re home!” Sakura squeaked as she buried her face against his chest.“Perks of being the Hokage’s favorite, I suppose.” Neji pointed at the stupid, pink bow he was forced to wear. “Kakashi says Merry Christmas!” Neji stated dryly as he ran a hand through her hair, savoring how silky it felt within his fingers.“Mmm, can’t say I have any complaints.” Sakura hummed.Neji lifted her up by her thighs before crashing his lips against hers, unable to be any distance away from her any longer. Her hands raked through his hair, pulling out the tie that held it in place. Her lips were like velvet before she trailing kisses and nips along his neck.“I missed you.” Neji gasped, gripping her thighs tightly.Sakura hummed. “I missed you too.”Neji grabbed her jaw and kissed her hard, demanding her full attention as he ambled to the couch. Murmurs left her mouth as she followed his lead without complaint. Her nimble fingers were unbuckling the anbu harness as he sat down, letting her weight settle against him. She stripped off the piece before pulling it away from his body.He gave her ass a light squeeze before gliding one hand to her center, rubbing his thumb over the clit and dragging a moan from her.“No panties?” Neji grumbled as he broke the kiss and trailed kisses down her neck, nipping hard on her shoulder.Sakura huffed. “I dare say I was interrupted.”Neji pressed harder against her, rolling his thumb over it again and rocking his hips against her. “What a shame.”Sakura tugged his skin tight shirt off of him and it went flying somewhere across the living room before whimpering against him. “Please, don’t be a tease after it’s been so long.”Neji shook his head before shifting them, pressing her back against the couch. Her hands had just barely tugged his pants down enough for his erection to spring free as he pinned her wrists above her head. Soft skin fluttered under his touch as he pushed the silk fabric of her nightgown up past her breasts.“Neji,” Sakura breathed, looking up at him. “I love you.”Neji smiled as he fingered the bird charm hanging from her neck. “I love you too.”Neji slowly sank into her heat, a strangled noise leaving him as he buried his face against her breast. Her hands tangled into his hair as he breathed heavily against her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper, a moan leaving them both at the same time.Neji bit down on her collarbone before rocking his hips into her again, the harsh tugs on his hair told him all he needed to know.“Fuck,” Sakura whimpered, writhing under him.Neji raised himself up to stand on his knees, and moved one of Sakura’s legs to rest on his shoulder. “That’s it, Darling.”Sakura shivered as her back arched for him, another higher pitched moan slipping from her lips.Neji stroked her cheek with one hand, gently, before bending back down to kiss her, sliding his tongue against hers. He could feel her getting closer and closer with every slide into her, and he trembled lightly with the need to satisfy her.Sakura wrapped her arms around his shoulders, humming delightfully into the kiss and rocking her hips hard against his. He trailed a hand between them before circling expert fingers over her clit. Her legs trembled around his form before she broke the kiss with a cry of pleasure.As soon as her nails dug into his shoulders and he felt her gushing between them he trailed kisses down her neck as he thrusted forward as deep as he could, a low groan leaving his lips as he emptied himself into her.“S-Sakura,” Neji breathed before nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and letting her leg fall back down to rest against his hip.“Mmmm,” Sakura hummed, threading her fingers through his hair, shifting a little to get comfortable under his weight. “I’m glad you got to come home for me.”Neji wrapped his arms around her before settling against her, happy to listen to her breathing soften as she fell asleep.

Author: Petrikore
Ship: SasuNaruSaku
Prompt: Mistletoe
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Sakura sighed as she ushered the last of their guests out the door, her smile lingering as she watched them drive off. Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, warmth and security washing over her.“It was a nice party, babe.” Naruto mumbled into her hair. “Everyone had a great time.” She nodded, leaning back against him.The serenity of the moment was broken by a yelp as he tightened his hold on her, lifting her up to haul her back into the house.“Naruto! Put me down!” Sakura struggled halfheartedly in his grasp until he dropped her on her feet just under the arch separating the foyer from the living room. The rest of the house was dim, the only lights coming from the fireplace and their still standing Christmas tree. Naruto was such a fan of the celebration that every year, Christmas stayed until the New Year. They could never deny him.Sakura spun around, ready to lay into him, but he interrupted her with a mischievous grin and a finger pointing to the sprig of mistletoe hanging over their heads.“I didn’t get to use it all night, Sakura-chan. You were so busy playing hostess that you forgot about us.” He stepped into her space, one hand bringing her closer while the other played with the ends of her curled pink locks.Sakura grinned, curling her fingers around the orange tie hanging from his neck. “My apologies, Mr. Uzumaki. Allow me to remedy that immediately.” She rose to her tiptoes, pulling him down to meet her lips.The sweet kiss soon turned hungry, the pair melting into each other until she had backed Naruto against the door frame, her hands roaming over the contours of his body. It was only when their lungs screamed for air that they parted, Sakura smiling coyly as she fell to her knees in front of him.Naruto stroked the backs of his fingers against her cheek. “Here?”Sakura shrugged as she undid his belt, pulling it free before undoing the fly of his pants. “Why not?”“But—Ahh, Sakura!” Naruto slid his fingers into her hair as she licked him from base to tip, the head of his cock resting on her outstretched tongue as she stared up at him. “Fucking hell…”His voice cut out once again as she took him into her mouth, bobbing her head just the way he liked. His grip on her locks tightened, pleasure spilling uninhibited from his lips. It only aroused Sakura further, her free hand snaking between her legs. However, she was stilled by a hand encircling her wrist and a hard chest pressed to her back.“Don’t stop. Make him come.”Sakura moaned around Naruto as their partner replaced her hand with his own. She felt her dress being tugged up, Sasuke pulling her panties to the side and sliding a finger through her slick heat.They’d made the mistake of telling Sasuke once about how much they loved his voice. He was deceptively quiet, preferring to observe than participate. Now he wielded his tongue like a weapon, using it to take them apart again and again.“So wet. You like sucking cock, Sakura?” Sasuke murmured, teeth nipping at her neck. Sakura hummed in agreement, doubling her efforts as he stroked her swollen clit. “You’re very good at it. Just look at him, he’s falling apart. All for you.”As if Sasuke’s voice were magic, Naruto’s hips stuttered from their steady rhythm and he was coming, bottoming out in Sakura’s mouth so she could swallow around his thick shaft. All the while, Sasuke stroked her with whispered praises. She released Naruto, panting and wiping the drool away with the back of her hand.Naruto laughed tiredly, sliding down the wall to their level as Sasuke turned her chin to kiss her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth to taste them both. Sakura pushed him backwards and moved to straddle his outstretched legs. He’d changed into gray sweats while she and Naruto had seen their guests off, allowing her easy access to what she needed most. She pushed the offending material out of the way, her small hands stroking him to readiness. With little ceremony, she positioned herself over him.“Saku—“ He choked, twin groans emanating from both him and Naruto as she sank down onto him. His hands gripped Sakura like a vice, evidently not entirely prepared for the attention she was giving him. She sighed, allowing herself a moment to adjust to the stretch.Naruto used the moment of stillness to press himself against her back, slipping the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders, the garment now a useless bunch around her waist. He reached around her, working her nipples to stiff peaks with his fingers while he sucked marks into the sensitive skin of her neck, right next to Sasuke’s.She pried Sasuke’s hands from her hips, entangling their fingers as she began to ride him. He surged forward, holding her more tightly as he nipped Naruto’s finger and took her breast into his mouth with a low groan.It was too much and not enough all at once.She reached back to tangle a hand into Naruto’s hair, needing both of them closer as the heat in her core flared, her orgasm just out of reach. Someone’s hand—Naruto’s, judging by the calluses on his palm—slid down her body to toy with her clit. At the same time, she felt him reach under her, Sasuke hissing against her skin as their partner helped him along.Her thighs quivered, the crescendo building faster under Naruto’s ministrations. She didn’t stop, even as her climax crashed through her in choppy waves, even as Sasuke came inside her with a low groan. Naruto pressed a firm kiss into Sakura’s hair, his hands still roaming over them both.All three were breathless in the end, bodies slumped tiredly together on the floor, sated smiles on their faces as they gathered themselves and headed to bed.