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Once Sasuke is sure his cellmates are fast asleep, he slips out of their jail cell and heads to the clinic. With the red ribbon in hand, he manages to walk past meno and the patrolling guards with ease.
He enters the clinic without knocking. He sees Sakura hunched over her desk over some paperwork, her lab coat discarded. As expected of his wife, she is still working hard this hour.
Sensing his presence, Sakura turns to him in surprise, not expecting to see him back so soon. “Sasuke-kun, did something happen?”
Just as she is standing up, Sasuke walks over to her in three fluid strides, grabs the back of her head and pulls her into a deep kiss.
Days of having to hear other inmates talk about the new doctor and all the lecherous things they want to do to her and finding out it was sakura—his wife , has sparked something primal inside Sasuke. He felt restless and distracted with the need to see Sakura as soon as he could.
She eagerly responds to the onslaught of his lips on her, pulling him closer by the collar of his mandated uniform and pressing her body against his.
Sasuke grabs a fistful of sakura’s hair, tugging it ungently that had her moaning, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth. Reminded of how close Jiji was to touching her hair, he tightens his grip, just like how he knows she likes it. No one else but him can touch it. No else is allowed to run their fingers through her hair except for him.
Without breaking contact, Sasuke maneuvers them until they’re near the patient’s bed, the one he had laid down the night before, and he shoves sakura into the mattress. Climbing in as well, Sasuke cages her. He licks his lips, entranced with the way she is dazedly looking back at him, breathing heavily through her mouth and how she already looks ruined with her tousled hair.
He fishes out the red ribbon from his pocket and gathers her wrists above her head. With one hand, he manages to tie both of her hands to the steel headboard of the bed.
Sakura makes a show of tugging against it. Both of them know she could easily break through it if she wants to, and both of them know she won’t.
"Sasuke-kun," she breathes out, he tilts his head at her, " Anata –"
He looms over her, noting how under him, she looks so small, so fragile. He caresses the side of her face with his hand until he reaches her lips. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he almost groans out loud when she easily takes it in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. He removes his thumb from her mouth, earning a whine from her. He grasps the side of her face, then he brings his face into the crook between her neck and shoulder. His tongue darts out, licks the back of her ear and runs a path along her jaw. Her little moans and gasps urges him on, sucking at her pulse.
"You can't keep a mark there," she says breathlessly, "They'll see– Sasuke-kun –!"
He growls in protest but complies nonetheless. He wants nothing more than for the rest of the men in this place to know that she is taken–that she is his , but for the sake of this mission, he relents.
He begins to unbutton her red tunic slowly, deliberately taking his time. Smirking as his wife squirms underneath him in impatience. Once her chest is laid open for him, he sits back a fraction to appreciate the sight of his wife's heaving chest.
He lunges forward and buries his face in the valley between her breasts, breathing in her scent. His hand works on taking a mound out of her bra cup and gives it a firm squeeze while his mouth is already enclosing on the other one. He may not be allowed to leave an obvious lovemark, but at least here he could leave as many as he wants. And he knows she won't heal any of them. The thought of her walking around the place sporting his lovemarks underneath her clothing arouses him more, his cock painfully hard against his trousers.
Her moans are music to his ears as his mouth and hand work on her chest: sucking, nipping, and tugging her nipples.
"Sasuke-kun," she gasps, a little too loudly.
"Be quiet," he orders, "Do you want everyone else to hear you being fucked?"
Sakura bites her lower lip. He places a tender kiss in the center of chest as a reward, "Good girl."
Done with her breasts, he draws back to once again admire his work. Sakura is flushed all over, chest filled with his lovemarks, and eyes glazed with hunger that she only has for him and him only . His sharingan activates on its own accord, memorizing every little detail of his wife in pleasure, an additional image to his collection of many.
With practiced ease, he's able to remove her pants and underwear in one go. Kneeling between her legs, he parts them wider with his hand. He marvels at her cunt, pink and glistening with her arousal. And it's all for him: to touch, to taste, to feel– to fill .
Sasuke runs a finger along her seam–up, down, and around, smirking at how drenched she is for him. He hears his wife whine and bucks her hips, getting impatient. He gives in and pushes a finger inside her channel then quickly and easily adds another until Sakura is grinding and meeting his hand's movements. Sasuke lets out a groan as her pussy tightens around his digits every time he thrusts in.
Unable to help himself, he goes down and places his mouth on her. His tongue licks and sucks on her clitoris while his fingers continue to piston in and out of her. Sasuke feels his wife's thighs tighten around his head that only urges him on. He feels her legs begin to quiver and not too long, Sakura is coming, arching her back and biting her lip to prevent herself from moaning out loud. His mouth stays working on her cunt, determined to prolong her pleasure.
When it's all over, Sasuke gives her a few moments to recover but his little wife is already tugging on her bound hands above her head. "Sasuke-kun– anata ," she heaves out, "Please, please, please . Fuck me already ."
"Didn't I already?"
Sakura shakes her head and whines, "I need your cock inside me–now please."
Instead, he kisses her on the mouth, letting her taste herself. She responds just as eagerly, her tongue tangling against his. While he has her distracted, his hand goes to release his cock from his pants. He gives it a few pumps, his precum giving him enough lubrication. Then, he slid it against her folds, causing her to inhale sharply, breaking away from their kiss.
He draws back a fraction, watching Sakura's face contort in pleasure as his cock glides against her seam. When she begins to move her hips along, he abruptly stops his movements.
Sakura's eyes immediately open to pleadingly look at him, "Anata, please."
She begins to buck her hips again but he firmly holds it against the mattress, preventing any movement from her. Sakura begins to squirm, pulling at her wrists above her and trying to thrashing her legs.
"Who do you belong to?" he asks her.
Delirious with want, she didn't understand his question. "What?"
"I said,'' Sasuke glides his member against her again, teasing the head at her entrance, making her mewl. "Who do you belong to?"
"Yours," she cries, "I'm all yours, anata."
Satisfied with her answer, he fully sheaths himself inside her in one go. Sasuke groans, feeling her pussy clenching tightly on the length of him. He starts moving slowly and deeply, watching as Sakura's eyes roll at the back of her head while her tits bounce with his every movement. His eyes dart lower, to the place where they are connected, observing where he disappears and the bulge that appears in her abdomen when he's inside her.
On a particularly hard thrust, he orders her. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," she cries, repeating it over and over again in time with the rocking of his hips. Sasuke quickens his pace, the obscene sound of their joining fills in the room.
Sakura tries to keep up with him, but soon settles for winding her legs around his waist and locking her ankles together. Sasuke feels her walls begin to flutter, so he fucks her harder. He moves his hand from her hips to cover her mouth, allowing her to moan and scream as much as she can.
Her cunt begins to contract and soon she is coming violently. He continues to relentlessly fuck her through her orgasm, never ceasing his movements. He comes right after, her release triggering his. He buries his face in her shoulder as he empties himself inside her, filling her to the brim.
Slumping against her, he closes his eyes as he rests his head on her chest, listening to her erratic heartbeats. Feeling his member soften, he finally pulls out of her, marveling at the sight of their combined fluids dripping out of her.
Remembering her bound wrists, he gets up and begins to remove the ribbon, placing tender kisses over the reddened and chafed skin from being tightly wounded. Then, he presses a sweet kiss on her lips