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Sakura huffed as she rushed through the airport, her headphones stuck in her ears while her assistant chirped at her on the other end of the line. Her bag rolled quietly behind her while her designer heels clacked sharply against the tile, and most people who saw her coming gave her room to breeze past the slower travelers.

“You made sure to call the car service in Munich?” Sakura asked a little breathlessly. “I’ll need to get to the hotel right away since I’ll be meeting with the President of the German branch for dinner.”

“Yes, ma’am,” called Hinata patiently. “I also double-checked your reservation at the hotel.”

Sakura sighed heavily. “Bless you,” she murmured as she pulled out her phone and began to search for her gate. She and Hinata were quiet for a moment, the secretary knowing far too well by now when to speak and when to be silent. She waited for Sakura to hum before she continued to give the woman her itinerary for the first few days of her business trip. Sakura listened with half her brain, knowing Hinata had sent all of this in an email that she could peruse over at her leisure on the flight. Sakura was honestly just looking forward to the flight despite how long it was and how it would totally mess up her whole sleep cycle. It wasn’t like she’d been sleeping that great lately anyways, and work had been so hectic that Sakura felt like she’d barely even gotten the chance to sit down and just rest for weeks. Her company was planning a merger with a major corporation in Germany, which was why she’d been tasked with this trip to Munich now. It was her job to make sure everything went smoothly, and blessedly she knew German thanks to her paternal grandmother who had practically raised her as her parents had rushed all over the world, running their business. It had always been in Sakura’s blood to be a career woman, to rule her own little corner of the world, but lately she’d been feeling worn out.

She hadn’t ever thought this life would be so lonely.

Sakura shook her head and sighed, and knowing she wouldn’t want to get up again once she sat down, she opted to keep standing once she reached her gate. She kept her head down, speaking quietly to Hinata to smooth out last minute details and making note of anything she thought of. In fact, it wasn’t until they started calling for first class to board that Sakura even looked up or at any of the other passengers around her. A line had already formed, but it was clear that they were waiting for their turn, so Sakura breezed past them in her expensive button-up and pencil skirt and blazer. A few people watched her go enviously, showing her ticket before she was let on the plane before anyone else, but Sakura had gotten used to such stares by now. She walked the gangplank down to the large jumbo jet, smiling kindly enough at the stewardesses she met along the way.

“Could you help me with my bag?” she asked one of them once she’d located her seat, and they of course warmly agreed and welcomed her aboard.

“Can I get you a drink?” the stewardess asked as Sakura settled down in her plush, first class seat. Sakura hummed, her eyes glued to her phone.

“A glass of Chardonnay,” she began, but then she suddenly raised her head, her teal eyes catching on the flight attendant’s. “Actually… I’ll take a whiskey neat.”

The stewardess paused for a moment, but then she smiled and nodded. “Of course, ma’am.”

Sakura sighed as she melted into her seat. She would wait to recline and get properly comfortable until the person in the window seat next to hers had arrived, but for now, she let her weary bones experience some relief. She was hoping the whiskey would knock her out, honestly, though sometimes it had the opposite effect on her. Sakura scrubbed at her eyes; she was taking a gamble that she was already exhausted enough for the alcohol to do what she wanted it to.

“Ma’am,” called the flight attendant soon, smiling as she set down Sakura’s plastic cup of amber liquid. Sakura instantly reached for it gratefully, offering a nod and a smile as thanks. She’d tip the flight crew properly later, something her parents had always instilled in her; “Take care of them and they’ll take care of you.”

Sakura took a sip and then she leaned her head back, shutting her eyes as other passengers moved past her, getting their luggage up in the overhead bins and settling in their seats. Sakura was just beginning to drift off when a voice pulled her out of her sleepy state and her eyes cracked slowly open. The fake lashes and mascara she wore suddenly made her lids feel heavy, but that voice-

Teal eyes started from the floor, a pair of scuffed combat boots coming into view, and next were some ragged, worn jeans. Sakura was starting to lose all hope by the time she got to the baggy black tee tucked into the front of said-denim pants, a spiked leather jacket completing the look of someone who couldn’t possibly be flying in first class- Tattoos decorated pale skin and long strands of hair trailed down, messily tied back in a half-knot. The lip piercings almost sent Sakura over the edge, but then she froze as the picture completed itself with the man’s face.

Was she drunk already, or was she literally so exhausted that she was going insane? Before her stood the very picture of rebellion and hard rock and everything she was not, but she was swooning, swooning at the pitch black eyes that stared just a little past her and the insanely chiseled features of perhaps the most handsome man Sakura had ever seen in her whole life. Even the models on billboards and in magazines couldn’t compare to the natural beauty of this man with long, pitch black hair, a sharp nose, and mile-high cheek bones. Sakura’s eyes stuttered back down to the loose v-neck, and she realized that underneath all of that ink, the man’s body was impressive, too.

Her heart almost stopped when onyx eyes met her own, and the man murmured in that voice like a dream, perfectly husky and deep, “I’m sorry, gorgeous, I’m gonna have to squeeze past you...”

Sakura just knew that this type of man called every woman he met such ridiculous terms of endearment so she knew better than to think he meant it, but how the hell was she not supposed to melt? He had to be a singer with a dulcet voice like that, she thought. His look just screamed ‘rock star’, but Sakura wouldn’t know him from anyone else on the plane. Her eyes suddenly darted around to see if anyone else seemed to recognize him, but the people waiting behind this dream boat were stone-faced and starting to look annoyed, and the stewardess was coming over to see what was the hold-up

Sakura suddenly apologized as she shot up from her seat, her drink clutched tightly in her hand as she backed up in the aisle and made herself as small as possible. Was this her seat mate? Was she really supposed to spend the next 14 hours sitting next to a living, breathing work of art?

Sakura stiffly shook her head as the man loaded his bag in the bin above her, the chains around his neck clinking softly and his sleeves slipping down a little to show off more ink and straining against the most impressive biceps. He glanced her way and gave her a nod with a smoldering look in his eyes that probably made all of his female fans swoon, and then he moved into his seat in the coolest way possible. How was he both tall and slender and so built at the same time, Sakura wondered as she sank back into her own seat in a daze a moment later. She forced her eyes to stay down, but it was hard not to notice the way the man’s legs took up space even in roomy first class, and how his thighs bulged against his shredded jeans. There was more ink on his skin that Sakura could see through the holes in his denim, and she scolded herself for staring so lustfully, certain she was hallucinating this sudden enthrallment due to lack of sleep. She had never been even remotely attracted to men like this before. Sakura told herself to shut her eyes and ignore the man beside her, but the scent of his cologne and something like menthol cigarettes cloyed at her nose and suddenly she was too irritated to even try to rest. With a huff, she pulled her phone out, her headphones still in, and she put on a video while she waited for the rest of the plane to load. She sipped at her drink, and she desperately ignored everything around her.

The alcohol was starting to make her toes tingle in her shoes, and she curled and uncurled them slowly in her heels, rocking her feet back and forth on the sharp stilettos. She missed the safety instructions from the crew and only looked up again as the ‘Fasten Seatbelts’ sign dinged on. Sakura buckled herself in, and then she pushed her body forcibly deeper into her seat. She wanted the thing to swallow her alive.

A voice began to murmur pleasantly beside her, and it took Sakura a moment to realize the man beside her was speaking. Outside the window, the scenery rolled by as the plane was beginning to taxi to the runway, and Sakura’s eyes drifted slowly over, distracted by the time she noticed lips moving. Her eyes stared in mild annoyance at the glittering black lip rings for a long moment before they finally roamed upward. Fierce black eyes were staring at her expectantly, and only upon seeing that gaze leveled at her did Sakura realize the man had been speaking to her. She tugged one of her headphones roughly out and asked with a tone of mild annoyance, “I’m sorry?”

Dark eyes flickered. “Just commenting on your drink choice,” that deep voice commented. “Wouldn’t have guessed a lady like you to be a hard drinker…”

Sakura scoffed, wondering if she should feel annoyed, but she didn’t really seem to mind this punk kid calling her ‘lady’. To be fair, the man was most likely closer to her own age than she wanted to know, but Sakura had to believe that no one in their thirties would dare to step out in public looking so… so… Sakura turned back and huffed indignantly, though she felt a little smug.

“I’ve probably been drinking whiskey since before you were born,” she muttered as she laid her head back again, eyes slipping shut. She expected silence after that jab, but she startled when she felt eyes linger on her, the soft creak of plastic and the shift of jeans on leather making her eyes snap open again. The man was leaning into her space a little now, the smug, bemused look on his face annoyingly attractive. Sakura dug her sharp nails into her palm, irritated at her own mind. The man set his chin to his palm and smirked at Sakura, and something about the look made her feel like he was staring right into her soul, like he knew how to unwind her.

“You don’t look a day over twenty-two, baby girl,” he suddenly flirted in a deep rumble like he’d come out of the womb this suave, and Sakura nearly choked on a glob of spit in disbelief.

“Is that how old you are?” she spit back inelegantly, adding a moment later, “Are you even old enough to drink?”

“Old enough,” was all the man promised, his tiny smirk wildly wicked and so… sexy as he settled back in his seat again. “You should finish that up before we take off,” he suggested, his seat hiding him a little, and Sakura huffed again. She was just thinking she was going to pointedly do the opposite, but then the plane jerked as it picked up speed and the amber liquid in her cup sloshed wildly. Sakura lifted the cup up in a hurry and drank down the last gulp and a half, wincing at the sudden burn. Whiskey wasn’t meant to be inhaled like she just had, but she wasn’t about to spend the whole flight soaked in alcohol, either. She set her empty cup down in the deep cup holder, and then she fixed her skirt with fidgety hands, pouting sharply. She’d wanted to enjoy the drink…

Sakura stuffed her headphone back in and shut her eyes, leaning deeply into her seat again with the help of gravity as the plane ascended. Sakura both loved and hated the weightless feeling lift-off gave her, her toes scratching at the soles of her shoes. She just wanted to sleep, but the alcohol was making her skin buzz and the smell of cologne was making her jittery. She covered her face and groaned as quietly as she could.

She was just wondering what she was supposed to do with this feeling when the plane began to level out as it reached altitude, and the light feeling in her belly swept down to between her legs. Sakura’s eyebrows pulled up high in shock, and then she groaned again as she became acutely aware of the buzz that took a hold of her. The alcohol had done the thing she didn’t want it to do, but she couldn’t entirely blame the whiskey… Sakura tried to discretely cover her nose and mouth with a hand to try to smother the scent from the man beside her, but Sakura was already dizzy. Dizzy and… horny. Sakura’s toes curled tighter in her shoes, and she told herself over and over that there was nothing she could do about her wants now, it was best to just sleep, sleep, and her relief would come sooner that way. She had packed her vibrator, her best friend, but she hadn’t thought she’d want to use it so early into her trip. Usually she saved it for the night she got back to her hotel room with a pleasant booze buzz after a late night of drinking with a client or associate. No, Sakura refused to believe that the man who had set off this feeling now of all times was a player, punk rock, bad boy.

Sakura scrunched up her mouth and eyes, half hidden by her hand, and she begged for her body to settle. The drone of the plane reached past her headphones that were silent now, and Sakura recalled that she should look over her itinerary before she landed. It could wait-

A deep, low voice interrupted her drifting thoughts, and her eyes shot open just as the man beside her ordered, “A whiskey on the rocks, and another one for the beauty beside me, too.”

Sakura’s eyes flew to the stewardess smiling down at them and then to the man beside her, and she stuttered but couldn’t produce a real decline. Dark eyes sparked on hers, and the man smirked crookedly.

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot,” he husked as the stewardess stepped away to fetch their drinks. “Let me make it up to you, and hopefully you can get some sleep.”

Annoyance sparked through Sakura, and she wanted to ask if he really thought she was so easy to read, but instead she pursed her lips as she dropped her hand. She tugged her headphones out with a huff of annoyance, stuffing them back into their case. Finally, she met the man’s stare head-on. “Thanks,” she called confidently, refusing to show any cracks in her armor.

“My pleasure, gorgeous,” he murmured with a coy smile, and Sakura was about to turn away again, conversation over, when a hand extended into her space. Beautiful fingers decorated with more black ink and dark motifs and heavy rings hung loosely in the air, waiting for her to grasp them, and Sakura had to swallow down the heated feeling that rushed up because even those hand were perfect. Fingers not too thick, just slender and long enough, with calloused tips that would probably feel perfect against her… Sakura’s eyes jolted up, but before this man could even dream to think that she was hesitant, she took his hand firmly.

“Sakura Haruno,” she greeted stiffly, and he hummed, seemingly enjoying this too much for her liking.

“What a beautiful name,” he seemed to flirt, but he was a little too serious as he introduced himself only as, “Sasuke.”

“Just Sasuke?” Sakura huffed, pulling her hand away with a disgruntled frown.

Sasuke, though, was not put off as he leaned a few inches into her space again. “I didn’t think my last name would matter,” he replied, and now she wondered if he was teasing her. Her eyes snapped up. “Last name’s Uchiha,” he added before she could open her mouth to rebuke him, though. Sakura froze, but only for a second.

“I’m sorry, am I supposed to recognize your name?” she asked coldly, but she barely felt convincing as her gut swooped low, low at the way his eyes refused to leave her face.

Sasuke, to his credit, shrugged, seemingly unbothered by whether Sakura knew him or not. Maybe he wasn’t famous, but just a rich kid? No, Sakura knew rich kids, and they weren’t this cool about it. She was about to rudely ask which it was when someone called out, “Here you are.”

Two drinks were held out, the stewardess leaning deep into the space to give Sasuke his drink, and he smiled and winked at her, making Sakura once again recall that she was crazy, crazy for thinking this man was cute-! When dark eyes found hers again, though, Sasuke was once again serious, and Sakura tightened her jaw to bite back a heated huff. What the-? Sakura turned forward with her drink; maybe she should find a clean call service for her stay in Munich instead of relying on her vibrator. If she was falling for the dirty punk rocker on her flight, she clearly needed to get dicked down good.

Sakura sipped at her drink as she scrolled on her phone, successful for a while in ignoring the man beside her. He’d tugged on his chunky headphones at some point, and Sakura enjoyed the hum of the plane engines as her eyes began to grow heavy again, but the feeling between her thighs wasn’t letting up. The alcohol, honestly, wasn’t helping, but Sakura had a point to prove in finishing her glass. When she was done, she stacked the empty cup into her previous one, and when the flight attendant passed by, she quietly gave the woman her trash. Sasuke was still nursing his drink, and Sakura felt smug. She settled back and shut her eyes, thinking now she’d find some rest.

She spent thirty minutes convinced she could drift off if only she could find a comfortable position. She reclined her chair and shifted this way and that, but the pulsing in her groin was only growing more pressing, and the smell of cologne was starting to make her head pound in the not-a-headache way. Sakura kicked her heels off and pulled her feet up, facing towards Sasuke only because facing out would be far more awkward and leave her much more exposed, but sleep was unwilling to drape over Sakura like a heavy blanket.

She was just wondering what else she could do: maybe a meditative track on her phone or even an audiobook. Soft voices muttered from either side of her, and then suddenly something warm and soft was unfolded over her lower half. Sakura’s eyes shot open just in time to see Sasuke draping a borrowed blanket over her lap, and his eyes drifted up to hers. He gave her the tiniest, crooked smile and then pressed a finger to his lips. He looked ruggedly cool with his wisps of long hair and those headphones, and Sakura felt a sharp pang of jealousy that he looked not even a bit tired and very comfortable. Sakura wouldn’t be caught dead in anything but a pant suit or a skirt in public, but she envied how Sasuke must be feeling in his loose clothing and jacket. Sakura grabbed at the edge of the blanket wordlessly, but she didn’t pull it off of her as warmth began to settle against her skin. The dark stare that was leveled on her helped her go a little molten, too, and Sakura dug her manicured nails into her palms. She shifted to her hip, and then she slid her arms under the big blanket, slowly wiggling her skirt up a little so that she could settle a bit more comfortable into the big seat. It wasn’t becoming of her, but Sakura was starting to feel herself drifting along, the alcohol buzzing in her veins and making her feel light. She knew the line between horny and sleepy was thin, but if she could lean into the tiredness, surely-

Sakura pressed her hands between her thighs, and she suddenly frowned sharply when she felt the wet that had collected in her thong. Her hips felt desperate to gyrate and get some friction going, but Sakura was way too mortified that she’d be caught to move. After another moment, her eyes snapped open again, and she wondered if she was even surprise to find Sasuke watching her with those dark, dark eyes. He turned a moment later to stare out the window with a reassuring hum, like he wouldn’t blab her secret, and it lit Sakura up with shame. Was he just acting under bad assumptions, or had he noticed her state? Sakura couldn’t think, though, as she stared mutely at Sasuke’s handsome side profile. Ah fuck, was she really getting hot over this punk? Would she still think he was this sexy once she sobered up and got some sleep?

Sakura flexed her fingers as her pussy throbbed, and she tried to convince herself that she was zoning out as she stared at Sasuke. She almost didn’t notice the way her hips had started shifting again, up and down, side to side. The hands pressed between her thighs dug deeper until she got contact on her clothed clit. Sakura almost let out a tiny whimper, biting it back just in time. She was going to humiliate herself-! Sakura shut her eyes tight and leaned her chin to her chest, forcibly keeping her hips still. She straightened one leg out in an effort to lessen the pressure of her hands against her throbbing groin, and she began to mentally run through her upcoming itinerary in a last-ditch effort to still her mind.

She just had to forget everything around her…

Sakura jolted stiffly as a shadow suddenly fell over her, her chair flexing as a hand gripped and leaned into the arm rest behind her, and a deep, illegally sexy voice husked right to the shell of her ear, “Would you like some help, darling?”

Sakura’s eyes snapped wide open, and she realized Sasuke was leaning right over her. He pulled back a little, but Sakura was left breathless by his boldness at invading her space. He was handsome and he smelled so good, too, but mostly she was flabbergasted by the way he thought he could just…

It was his eyes, she thought, that kept her from scoffing or dismissing him or flat-out cursing up a storm. She was caught in his stare, and every sane part of her screamed, no, no way in hell would she let this stranger ‘help’ her, but then she thought of his fingers, those long, perfect digits, rugged fingertips covered with callouses… Sakura swallowed roughly as she peered up, and she finally admitted that she was entranced by those dark, pitch-black orbs as Sasuke stared down at her.

“I’m fine,” Sakura finally rushed out after too long, but she was drunk enough to actually consider it, which shocked her to her very core. “I’m fine,” she repeated even as she fidgeted again. Sasuke’s eyes never left hers, and while his face didn’t show it, she felt like he was probably amused by how obviously not fine she actually was.

Teal eyes jolted sharply down as a hand slowly slipped, almost innocently and despite her assurances, over her ankle underneath the blanket, and Sakura exhaled out heat before she could think better of being so vulnerable. Her eyes snapped up again just as Sasuke asked in his gorgeous, low voice, “Would you be upset if I touched you?”

It was a much more direct question that left little room to doubt that he knew what he meant when he’d offered to ‘help’ her, and Sakura felt frozen by a million different feelings. She shouldn’t, it was totally unbecoming, and who even was this stranger to her, but he was handsome, so handsome, and Sakura was just tipsy enough, just horny enough, and she felt so drawn to this man despite the fact that she would never, never have dreamed she’d find someone like him attractive. It was really, truly… everything about him. Sakura inhaled a lungful of Sasuke’s cologne, and her head swam with the possibility of his hands on her, his fingers inside- No, Sakura shouldn’t presume how far he would go even with the way his eyes blazed as he stared at her.

“Why?” Sakura asked when she couldn’t come up with any sound reasoning to decline. Sasuke slowly tilted his head, his big palm resting hot against her slender ankle. It felt both completely inappropriate and somehow so tender, and Sakura could no longer deny that she wanted more.

“Why?” Sasuke asked back as if he was the one who was confused. The way he spoke was slow and pleasantly droning. “Because you’re a gorgeous woman, and you clearly need some assistance, and I thought since I’m partly to blame-”

Sakura choked at that. “Partly to blame?!” Was Sasuke really presuming - no, guessing correctly - that Sakura found him wildly attractive and was therefore in this state now simply from looking at him, all turned on and horny just because he was handsome?

“Because of the alcohol,” Sasuke interrupted her thoughts, and Sakura blinked. His smoldering stare was hypnotizing. “I ordered you that extra drink without asking.”

Sakura almost blushed red. What had she been hoping for?! “I wouldn’t have drunk it if I didn’t want it, and besides, I’m not such a lightweight,” she huffed indignantly. Who was this man and why was Sakura still craving his touch even though he angered her…?

“Then,” Sasuke husked with a sexy exhale, his eyes roaming Sakura’s face. “Are you overworked?” he murmured, and Sakura shivered out a broken exhale.

“That’s none of-” she began, but then she stopped. She stared into Sasuke’s endless-abyss eyes, and she thought about how she’d never see him again, so perhaps being vulnerable wouldn’t feel so shameful if it was to a stranger. Sakura pursed her soft, plump lips, and finally she nodded. “I’ve been… very busy, and I haven’t been sleeping well,” she slowly confessed aloud, and it felt like a weight lifted off her chest. She inhaled deeply for the first time in weeks, and she sank back into her seat in relief. She had started giving up hope on finding sleep, but her body relaxed now and with it came a rampaging rush of desire, of raw need, her heart clenching tightly in her chest. She peered up at Sasuke, and she chose in that moment to let go of all of her inhibitions. “You must be discreet,” she whispered so quietly, her leg shifting so that his hand slid further up her calf. “If you do something to alert anyone-”

The tiny, self-assured smile that lit up just the corners of Sasuke’s lips left Sakura breathless, and then he leaned close again in the darkened cabin as he murmured in a deep rumble, “I’ll take care of you, darling.”

“I’m not… your darling,” hushed Sakura as she clutched her hands into her skirt and pulled it higher, and Sasuke just smirked crookedly. As his hand slid up, he seemed to settle down, too, and Sakura hadn’t considered that she wasn’t the only one having a hard time. Her eyes flickered up again. Did he really find her attractive or was he just telling her pretty words? Her chest heaved softly, her shirt tight across her breasts, and wildly, Sakura considered alluring him. Her hands fumbled up to her top, and she slowly unbuttoned the button-up, pretending she was getting hot from the blanket. Dark eyes slithered down as Sakura pushed her hair back and then flapped the lapels of her shirt open. She wasn’t even wearing her best bra today, but she hadn’t spent all that money on the best plastic surgeon in the country to think that the lack of a push-up bra would diminish the effect of her enhanced tits. She shifted and arched her back a little, and then she raised her right leg as Sasuke’s hand drew up closer.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” Sakura asked in a hushed whisper, trying to sound inquisitive rather than needy even as she shivered at the way Sasuke’s eyes were slow to draw back up from her chest.

“You know that you are,” Sasuke muttered as if he disapproved of her acting coy, and Sakura huffed, the sound a little breathless as a rough palm stroked up her inner thigh.

“I’m just shocked that I would be your type,” she replied boldly. “You certainly wouldn’t be mine,” she added before thinking, but then she paused.

Dark eyes seemed lit ablaze as Sasuke stared at her, and frustratingly, his hand had stopped to simply stroke at the soft skin of her inner thigh, right below the crux of her groin. Touch me!, she wanted to scream, but she knew that this was a dance, too. “And yet here you are, letting me touch you,” Sasuke suddenly murmured deeply, and Sakura’s chest rattled with a shiver at the now-clear disapproval in his tone. Oh, Sakura had never thought… she’d crave the approval of a man so much, but suddenly she needed Sasuke to tell her she was doing a good job. She grasped at his wrist under the blanket, and she stared into his eyes.

“I didn’t say I don’t find you attractive,” Sakura exhaled under her breath. “I just meant… I wouldn’t have ever guessed I’d be so… enamored by someone like you.”

Sasuke’s face was stiff, but then suddenly his lips tugged ever so slightly up at one corner. “Are you enamored by me?” he husked deeply, and Sakura almost sighed too loudly in exasperation.

“What do you think?” she demanded in a whisper. “I don’t make common practice of letting strangers on planes touch me.” Her nails dug into Sasuke’s wrist, and the man smirked fiercely.

“Ah, fuck,” he suddenly exhaled, and then his hand rushed up and Sakura nearly yelped. Sasuke leaned in again as he breathed out, “Shh,” and Sakura would have smacked him if she wasn’t suddenly getting exactly what she wanted. Fingers parted her ass cheeks, and a long digit slipped past the string of her thong and through the slick that had started leaking from her pussy. Sasuke’s rough breathing seemed too loud, but Sakura couldn’t have been bothered to look around even if she wanted to as Sasuke touched the entrance of her pussy, his thumb sliding past and into the front of her panties. It was all slick now thanks to how horny she was, and Sakura had to clasp a hand over her mouth as Sasuke’s calloused thumb found and began to circle her sensitive clit. Electricity shot through Sakura, and she thought only that it had been so long, and perhaps it had never felt this good before at all. Her eyes darted up to find onyx orbs staring her down, and she shivered behind her palm, her whole body trembling and flooding with heat. The blanket was making her too hot, but she didn’t dare move, even to stick a foot out. She wanted to swelter and melt into this feeling.

“Damn, gorgeous,” Sasuke murmured darkly, and Sakura wanted to beg that it sounded too insincere, but she could barely breathe, let alone risk letting out a noise she didn’t want. Sasuke’s middle finger was teasing the entrance of her pussy while his thumb circled her clit, and Sakura had to lay her head back. With her free hand, she reached out and gripped at Sasuke’s forearm, blindly desperate for something more, something to ground her.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered as if he were in a trance, and Sakura had to pinch her eyes shut. It felt so good. She didn’t even think about what it was going to be like to sit next to this man for the remaining twelve hours of her flight. Right now, his hand in her panties was all that existed.

Sakura was really fighting back her whimpers now as Sasuke continued to tease her, and she felt tears brim her heavy lashes. She opened her eyes and batted her lids, and she stared pleadingly at Sasuke.

“Oh, baby girl,” he murmured, barely audible, and then he pushed inside of her, his free hand stroking over her thigh as if to soothe her. Sakura’s hips quaked so hard she was scared someone would hear, but Sasuke looked too calm for her to worry. His finger was long, and she shivered when she felt the cool metal of his ring kiss against her hole.

Sakura risked loosening the grip on her jaw, and she whispered, “Your… ring,” so quiet she wasn’t even sure he’d heard. His lips tugged into a smirk, though, and then he husked, “You worried about my stuff, baby?”

Sakura couldn’t help but tremble again, wondering why the hell these stupid pet names were making her swoon so hard. It shouldn’t mean anything; no, it didn’t, but Sasuke’s voice and the constant barrage of compliments was wearing Sakura’s defenses down and making her want more. Sakura stared at Sasuke as he began to curl his finger, but it became quickly clear to him that she could take much more. He smirked wickedly, and then he smoothly added a second finger.

“Good girl,” he praised in a low husk, and Sakura scoffed sharply before biting back a moan. He was good, too good, but that was exactly why she’d let him do this. It wouldn’t have been worth the humiliation to let just any man touch her like this, so the fact that he was a womanizing play boy only worked in her favor now. Besides, it wasn’t like this was going to go anywhere beyond a tryst in the sky. Sakura shut her eyes and exhaled out the rest of her anxieties, and she let Sasuke take her. He soon had her cumming in his palm, but he was far from done with her, and Sakura shivered in eager anticipation of the deep sleep she would get after she was fully satisfied.

Sasuke pressed in a third finger with a murmur of praise, and then he shifted away from Sakura, his arm hidden under the blanket between them but everything else appearing quite normal. A stewardess passed them by silently, but none of the other passengers were any the wiser. A thrill shot through Sakura the moment her stomach unclenched, and she shivered hopelessly as she wondered if this was going to ruin her. Had she just discovered a new kink, and was it going to make her do something even crazier next time? Sakura slipped her free hand down Sasuke’s between her thighs, encouraging him to keep going without saying the shameful words. Don’t stop. You can’t stop.

Sasuke was quiet in his seat beside Sakura but his fingers were wild and active, and soon Sakura was orgasming again. She just knew his hand had to be a sloppy mess now, but Sasuke showed no signs of pulling away. Sakura was so lost in her own world that she didn’t even wonder about this until she suddenly felt the blanket over her tug a little. Her eyes shot open wide, and she stared blearily over at Sasuke. She could just make out the dark eyes watching her, and it took her addled brain far too long to notice the stiff, tight movement of his other arm. Her gaze slowly slithered down, and she felt the way her pussy squeezed tight around the three fingers inside her when she saw what Sasuke was doing.

He was achingly hard in his jeans, and he was trying to rub at himself without drawing any attention even from Sakura herself. He gave her a tight smirk when she looked up again, but he demanded nothing from Sakura as his other hand continued to work hard in her panties. Sasuke slowly turned as if he were getting more comfortable in his seat, and then he husked to Sakura in his impossibly deep voice, “You feel so good. So tight and wet and hot.”

Sakura inhaled deeply, his words shaking her like she’d never received such praise before. No, in fact, she doubted she ever had. Sasuke had no reason to lie, and he certainly had no reason to tire himself out like this, working her through climax after climax. In fact, it wasn’t like he was getting anything out of this deal, so he’d had no reason to even offer his help in the first place unless he’d really, truly found her too beautiful to resist. Sakura stared at his handsome face and his lip rings and his tattooed neck and messy long hair, and she was well aware that he wasn’t the type to just… be nice. He most likely wasn’t even the type to be so desperate for a girl that he’d proposition a stranger on a plane. He certainly wasn’t drunk after one small cup of whiskey, either, so the only reason left was that Sasuke was actually, legitimately turned on by Sakura right now. Sakura almost laughed, but instead she decided to be crazy and bold, and she did something she could have never even dreamed she’d be doing before.

She swung the extra half of her blanket over Sasuke’s lap, and then she stroked her hand down, her nails catching on the waistband of his jeans before her fingers bumped over the stiff rod there. Sasuke watched Sakura with a deathly serious look, but Sakura was determined.

“I have to… thank you,” she mewled as quietly as she could, her other hand still stroking over his knuckles and encouraging him to keep pumping those fingers and circling her clit.

Sasuke was silent for a moment, but then he exhaled a short expletive as he pushed his hips up to press against her palm, his last bit of restraint snapping. “Baby,” he muttered heatedly, and Sakura stirred with insane pride. Yes, she wanted to do this, but she was also insanely curious and so horny she was apparently losing her mind. She stroked along the length of Sasuke’s erection over his jeans and felt impressed, and then she began to grip around the width of him, and she almost choked on a moan. She leaned forward and stuffed her face into the plush of her seat to muffle her voice, and she peered at Sasuke with one eye as she hungrily began to stroke his clothed cock. His dark eyes never left hers, and she wondered if he knew what she was thinking.

Holy shit. He’s huge. He’s perfect.

Fuck, I want him to…

Sakura forced the thought to end there, and instead she busied herself with quietly and sneakily tugging his jeans open. She wasn’t as graceful as she might have liked, but she felt dizzy with desire. Sasuke’s hand slid over her own to calm her frantic movements, and together they peeled his zipper down and his pants open. When Sasuke shifted again, Sakura’s hand slid inside his jeans and she pressed it deeper between denim and soft cotton and the firmest cock she’d ever felt. She could feel every detail, every thick vein and the shape of him, and Sakura’s pussy went tight again, imagining this heat pressing against her aching hole and spearing inside her. Suddenly three fingers wasn’t enough anymore, and Sakura’s hand between her thighs slid up as far as it could, cradling Sasuke’s big hand. Her nails dug sharply for a moment against her pussy’s entrance, but then her fingers slipped inside, and she intertwined her fingers with his, encouraging him to stretch her farther. Sasuke’s stare was getting so hot that Sakura could barely look up at him, but she was distracted enough by his shaft to not think too deeply about it. She thought for a split second about tilting her chin up and kissing Sasuke, but she knew that was far too risky and way too stupid. Even though his fingers were buried deep inside her wet cunt and her hand was wrapped around his clothed cock, she knew a kiss was asking for way too much. Still, she licked at her plumped lips with a fierceness that made them buzz. Her chest heaved, fat tits shaking softly, and she realized that despite how she dressed herself up, at the end of the day she was nothing more than a hungry whore who wanted a big cock to ravish her. Her lips trembled up in a tiny, coy smile, and her eyes flickered upward. Sasuke’s heated stare had Sakura cumming again, and this time she leaned in just enough to whisper out, “Sasuke…”

He rewarded her with sudden, quick thrusts, pulling her higher on the wave of her orgasm, and for a blinding moment Sakura thought she might be pissing herself when wet suddenly gushed out of her. As Sakura’s whole body shook, she clung on to Sasuke’s cock as best as she could. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut and tears rimmed her lashes, and she thought she might have just experienced nirvana.

“Wha-?” she breathed, and then she inhaled sharply in fear as a wet squelch broke the silence, seeming far too loud in the very quiet cabin. Sasuke was murmuring quiet praise, but Sakura’s hand had gone stiff, restricting his movement inside her. His gaze roamed lazily up while her own eyes had gone wide when she realized he still intended to keep going-! Dark eyes stared at her, Sasuke’s jaw slowly clenching tight with forced restraint.

“I can make you feel even better,” he suddenly rushed, and Sakura realized with a jolt that he was desperate, perhaps just as much as her. Sure, her hand was on his cock, but she hadn’t really done much of anything to him yet. Still, she didn’t think it was only that. His eyes seemed to scream that he had never experienced anything as sexy and titillating as this and that he didn’t want it to be over yet.

Well, neither did she. Sakura’s gut swirled.

Sakura swiftly swept her head around, but everything was still blessedly quiet. After a brief moment, she turned back to face Sasuke, and then she gave the swiftest and tiniest nod. Sasuke exhaled sharply, and then he excused himself under his breath, his fingers picking up speed again inside her while his other thumb hooked into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He shoved her hand inside his underwear, and his cock twitched sharply as hot, soft skin touched the undeniable heat and firmness of an erect penis. Sakura’s fingers curled automatically around Sasuke’s shaft, and then she whimpered in disbelief at the size of him. Sasuke urged her hand to move with a sort of frenzy, and a second later, Sakura realized she wasn’t just feeling pure flesh. Her thumb stroked up towards Sasuke’s head, and she chewed down hard on her bottom lip, eyes going wide as her finger bumped over something cool and round there. Sasuke shivered silently, his solid chest heaving as Sakura rolled the little metal ball and hoop under the pad of her thumb again. Sakura had heard maybe once about genital piercings, but she’d honestly dismissed it as something too fantastical to be real, but no, here it was. A thick ring had been pierced through Sasuke’s head, and Sakura found the other end of the hoop protruding from Sasuke’s slit. Sasuke had started leaking at some point, too, and Sakura’s finger slipped through the bit of mess, her nail catching on the little ball on the piercing and tugging lightly. Sasuke went rigid as he hissed, but Sakura could feel his cock swell and twitch hard in her hand. Something wild lit through Sakura, a recklessness she had never known she possessed before rearing its head suddenly, and she thought only mildly that this man was going to absolutely ruin her. Where else was she going to find someone with a fat, pierced cock who would be willing to diddle her in public? Oh, Sakura was ruined.

Urgent digits pressed to Sasuke’s fingers inside her as Sakura pushed the thought aside, and she focused only on this moment for now. Her ruination could be contemplated later, when she had a beautifully clear mind from being perfectly taken care of. In return, Sakura tightened her grip around Sasuke, and she began to pump him, discovering even more little balls and piercings at the top of his ballsack and just above the base of his shaft on the other side. Sakura tried to envision it, but it made her so horny she could barely stand it. Her fingers slipped messily between Sasuke’s long digits inside her, and his thumb grew rough with her clit.

She startled when Sasuke’s free hand suddenly lighted on her hip under the blanket, his touch putting pressure against her belly and up her rib cage. His hand slid between her heavy breasts, and without asking any more permission, bold enough to know she would happily give him full reign of her body now, he slithered his long fingers inside her bra, his rings pressing cool against heated skin. He squeezed one of her fat, fake tits, and he leaned in again if only so he could see her face better. This close, she could now hear that his breathing was harsh and ragged, and his cologne was making Sakura dizzy with desire. She wanted to claw his shirt off, but instead she just pumped her hand up and down, thumb bumping repeatedly over piercings at the top and base of his beautiful cock. If she tilted her chin up, she could surely kiss him, but with only this, she held back and simply chewed her lip red instead.

Sasuke seemed to be enjoying the feel of her boob, and Sakura almost giggled as he jiggled her fat tit when suddenly two of his ringed fingers squeezed together around a hard, erect nipple and Sakura’s eyes snapped big and wide as something she’d never felt before shot through her like a live wire. As two metal rings pinched her nipple, Sakura’s spine arched sharply, and she came just like that with a barely contained gasp.

Suddenly Sasuke was grinning almost dangerously, fiercely, and his cock trembled excitedly in Sakura’s grip. It felt significant even amidst this crazy moment, and Sakura’s eyes snapped up to Sasuke’s, his dark orbs set ablaze.

“Ohh, baby girl,” he murmured almost condescendingly, but the wickedly proud smile on his lips told a different story. He was kneading her boob almost cruelly now, his fingers hooking deep inside her cunt while he titillated her perky nipple. Sakura had to stuff her face into the seat again to muffle her whine. Her hand stuttered over Sasuke’s cock every time he tweaked her nipple with his rings, and Sakura was starting to really get scared that Sasuke would be the only one who could do it for her from here on out. She wasn’t even going to ever see him again after this flight; all she had were these next twelve hours with this man. It made her feel unreasonably bold, and in the dimly lit plane cabin, Sakura finally surged forward and she formed her lips to Sasuke’s thin mouth. Ah, he tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, and Sakura wasn’t even surprised when a tongue instantly licked out over hers and she felt what could only be a tongue piercing. In that moment, Sakura almost climbed into Sasuke’s lap, but she was thankfully still sane enough to know she wouldn’t get away with that. Instead, she curled her tongue around Sasuke’s and she tested something out, biting around the metal bar through his muscle and tugging at it. In response, Sasuke exhaled heatedly against her mouth and his cock jolted harshly in her grasp. She gripped him tighter, and Sasuke let out a low, barely audible groan.

“Fuck,” he mouthed against her lips, and then he began to beautifully abuse her nipple and tit again, roughing up her clit and stretching her pussy and kissing her hungrily. Sakura rocked her hips to create even more friction without giving them away, and she wished they could do just a little more. If she could have just a little bit more contact; no, she only had him here in this tiny space within a very limited amount of time. Back on the ground, life would go on as it always had, she with her job to do and he with… whatever it was that he did.

Sakura lost herself in Sasuke’s kissing so much that she startled when he suddenly grasped a hand over hers and the head of his cock, and he grunted into her mouth as his hips shuddered. “Fuck,” he whispered to no one in particular, and then he slowly pulled Sakura’s hand back. It was sticky with his spill, and Sakura stared at it in disbelief. She was just wondering what the hell she was supposed to do when Sasuke tugged her hand up to his mouth, and he stared right at her as he licked her fingers and palm clean, his tongue piercing rolling across her salty skin, between each digit. Sakura shivered one last time, and then she went limp, thinking she’d really made a mess. She parted her legs slowly and set Sasuke’s captive hand free, and she shuddered as he withdrew those long, gorgeous fingers from inside her. She was going to miss them…

Sasuke gave her a sideways glance and a smirk, and then just as he had done with Sakura’s hand, he laved his pierced tongue out and he let out a deeply pleased hum as he licked his palm and tattooed fingers clean of her slick. Sakura let out a speechless little huff as her heart raced, and then she slowly flexed her own hand that he had cleaned for her. She felt boneless, but she should get up and go to the bathroom to clean herself off. Her eyelids were heavy, and for a moment she shut them, feeling so cozy and sated she might just fall asleep like that and sleep forever.

Well, she’d thought for sure she’d be sated, at least, but the longer she lay there in her reclined seat, the more the throbbing in her pussy swelled up again, this time returning with a vengeance. No, this was crazy-! She should be satisfied, more than grateful, but the problem was that she’d felt Sasuke in her hand and now she couldn’t get it out of her head: what would he and those piercings feel like inside her? She was so tired, but she was also insanely keyed up, and for a moment, she hunched over and pressed the heels of her palms into her eye sockets, biting back a harsh and frustrated groan. Just because she hadn’t had sex longer than she hadn’t slept properly didn’t mean the former should take precedence over the latter, but Sakura knew that it was about much more than that. No one and nothing had made Sakura feel as good as Sasuke the stranger had in years, and she just knew that he could perform even more sinful miracles with his dick. In fact, it was probably the only thing that would extinguish this desirous demon roaring in her gut, but wasn’t that way too greedy? For all she knew, Sasuke was already asleep-!

Slowly, as silently as she could, Sakura turned in her seat, and she tugged down her skirt and fixed her panties before sitting silently up and grabbing her shoes. She tugged the designer heels on, and without looking back, she stood and moved quietly to the front of the plane, to the bathroom there. The stewardess was sitting in her seat, reading and paying her no mind, and Sakura slipped into the tiny bathroom in near silence. She exhaled the sigh she’d been holding as soon as she closed the door behind her, and as the light kicked on, she finally got a look at herself in the small mirror. Her pink bob was a mess and her make-up was a little smeared under her aqua eyes, so she grabbed a napkin, wet it, and cleaned up her mascara and eyeliner. When she felt presentable enough again, she finally turned to the toilet, and she steeled herself to peel off her panties. She pressed one hand to the wall, and then she slowly worked her skirt back up and her underwear down, down, down and off. She bundled the messy thong up and turned towards the tiny sink and trash can, debating what the hell to do with the panties when the door beside her suddenly opened, and Sakura nearly screamed. She’d forgotten to lock it-!

Sakura’s eyes snapped wide as her head shot up, but she saw him in the mirror before she met his dark gaze, and as Sasuke pressed into the small space behind her, he put a finger to his lips. His cologne instantly filled up the tiny bathroom, and Sakura exhaled a full body shudder. This time, she heard the door latch, and she inhaled sharply.

“What are you doing in here?!” she demanded quietly as soon as she found her voice again, but it was devastating to see Sasuke under the harsh bathroom light, his long hair all the more messy, his headphones gone and his clothes rumpled. He hadn’t even bothered to re-button his jeans, and he pulled his long hair loose now, combing it for a moment before pulling it up into a ponytail. He made it look way more attractive than it should. When his pitch black gaze met hers, Sakura felt hopelessly thrown to the waves again.

“I wanted to make sure you were able to get yourself cleaned up,” he murmured vaguely, and then he smirked crookedly when he noted first her rosy cheeks from cleaning off her mascara and next, the balled-up underwear in her hand.

“I’m a grown ass woman,” Sakura scolded, but her bite was diminished because the close quarters was reminding her that she was still horny, maddeningly horny. “Of course I can get myself cleaned up,” she finished a little less convincingly, her teal eyes drifting down. The view down there wasn’t any better for her heart, though, and Sakura swallowed roughly as Sasuke grabbed at the sink beside Sakura’s hip, leaning ever so slightly over her again.

Above her, a sigh fluttered her hair, and Sakura’s head shot up again to devastating consequences. Sasuke’s dark stare was impossibly hot, and his lips nearly begged her to kiss him again. “Of course,” he easily agreed in that same deep murmur that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. Sakura’s eyes rushed over his handsome face, but even if she could have thought up a retort, she felt zero desire to actually utter it. “I was just thinking…” Sasuke continued, leaning slowly closer and closer when she didn’t deny him, “you still seemed a little restless, so maybe, like me, you’re still feeling-” Sasuke’s onyx eyes dragged over Sakura’s frame, and he paused like he’d lost his train of thought. “God, you’re even more fucking gorgeous that I thought,” he finished suddenly.

Sakura wasn’t sure why when compliments like that had never phased her once before, but this was Sasuke and all of this was so exciting, and suddenly Sakura’s heart was pounding at the way Sasuke looked her over. She forgot to ask what he’d wanted to say about how she was still feeling, but then again, she supposed it was all quite clear, wasn’t it? Sakura’s eyes drifted down, too, and she realized now why Sasuke hadn’t properly buttoned himself back up. Sakura looked back up into heated black orbs.

“It’s too small in here,” she hushed without thinking before pausing to ask, “What… do you want to do?” Oh, why did her heart feel like it might beat right out of her chest?

Sasuke let out a wry chuckle as his big hand slid up her thigh and over the bit of her ass that was hanging out of her scrunched-up skirt, but his tone was deep and serious again as he said, “I promised I’d help you get some sleep, but we’re both still awake and we have twelve more hours to kill.” Sasuke slowly pulled Sakura closer, his arm flexing. He leaned down and husked into her ear in a voice that was surely illegal, “What do you say, baby girl? I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

Sakura shivered as heat washed through her, and she curled her fist and smacked it against Sasuke’s chest in sheer, horny frustration. He knew - he had to know that she wouldn’t tell him to stop. It was cheating to say that while touching her ass and pressing his erection against her hip, too. “Why…” she slowly began as she stared down, and she pretended like she was concerned about his top getting dirty as she pushed it up gingerly. “Why can’t I resist you?” she asked under her breath. “You’re not even my type,” she complained, but it tasted like a lie now. She shivered audible when her chin was suddenly tipped up and she was forced to stare into hypnotizing black eyes. As a rough thumb stroked slowly across her plump bottom lip, Sasuke considered her.

“I might not be your type, but you got horny just from looking at my face,” he slowly murmured, but he didn’t even seem to be bragging as he said it. Instead, he appeared to be trying to solve her like a puzzle, his head tilting slowly sideways. “I’m still not sure that this isn’t just the best dream ever,” he husked.

Sakura almost scoffed too loudly, but a glob of spit shot down her throat and she coughed for a moment, disbelief making her eyes wide. She stared down at where her hands were almost pressed to pale, tattooed skin, and she slowly finished her job. Under her palms, tight abs flexed, and Sakura stared in awe at the beautiful designs inked into Sasuke’s skin. Sasuke’s hands left Sakura’s butt to help her get his shirt off, but just as soon as it was discarded by the sink, his big hands and cool rings were back, cupping and digging into her ass cheeks, and Sakura slowly caressed her own hands up a gorgeously chiseled chest decorated fully with dark ink. Her fingers skated over bits of jewelry in his nipples and his belly button, and she felt enamored by him. She wouldn’t lie: Sasuke was breathtakingly beautiful, a work of living art. Sakura felt irresistibly drawn to him despite the fact that she’d believed she couldn’t, and it wasn’t just for what was in his pants either. Sasuke seemed eager as he kneaded her ass, and as he leaned down, he reminded her in his husky tone of what she was all too aware of, “We only have this plane ride together, and as soon as we touch down, we’ll be strangers again.”

Sakura’s teal eyes snapped up, and she shivered because the idea of not experiencing Sasuke fully was too sad. She didn’t care anymore if he ruined her for anyone else, even if she knew she’d never get to be with him again. “Kiss me?” she whispered pleadingly, a tremble in her voice as her pussy ached, and Sasuke instantly met her for a hungry kiss. His tongue licked over hers as she opened her mouth with a wanton sigh, his piercing clinking softly against her teeth and rolling over her own tongue. It made her head go beautifully light, and she reached one hand up to anchor herself, slipping it around Sasuke’s neck and fisting into his long hair. Sasuke let out a pleased rumble against her lips, giving the roof of her mouth a long lick as if to praise her. Ah, Sakura was melting, melting. Why was Sasuke… so good, so perfect?

When Sakura pulled back, she was nearly breathless, and she whispered urgently, “Come on. Give me everything you’ve got. I don’t want there to be any regrets once we step off this plane.”

“I won’t let you regret anything at all,” Sasuke swore with a gorgeous, crooked grin on his rosy lips, and then he manhandled one of Sakura’s legs into the air like he was just as impatient as her, hanging it over the arm that he leaned forward on. Sakura quietly howled in embarrassment as she was suddenly completely exposed, but as Sasuke pulled back just enough to unzip his jeans again, he murmured in pride at the view she gave him. His cock snapped out a second later, and he shoved it against her crotch, stroking the root of it punishingly.

“Condom?” he asked as his dark eyes dragged back up, but Sakura just shook her head. She wasn’t worried about getting pregnant. Sasuke gave Sakura a heated smirk stuffed to the brim with dirty relief, and after a moment he confessed under his breath, almost too quiet to hear, “Damn, I wouldn’t even care if you were trying to get a kid out of this to blackmail me.” Sakura’s head was too hazy to understand the deeper meaning behind the words, but it didn’t matter anyways as Sasuke began to rub his shaft against her clit until Sakura was moaning wantonly. A moment later, he pulled back, and then he swiftly pressed his pierced tip to her entrance. Sakura’s eyes snapped wide at the feeling of cool metal and the pressure from the sheer size of him against a sensitive area, but she kept silent, biting down hard on her lip to muffle her excitement. This was going to wreck her, and she welcomed it with no reservations.

Sasuke leaned Sakura back as he began to push into her, and she clung to him, knowing she had to trust that he had her for this to work in such a confined space. His muscles bulged against her palm and under her arm, and Sakura let out a tiny, broken howl as she was slowly speared open and stuffed full. Sasuke moved slowly, giving Sakura time to adjust, and it felt almost as if he wanted them both to fully feel and properly enjoy their first and last joining. By the time he reached his end, Sakura swore she could taste him in her throat, and she gasped as she felt his lower piercings twitch against her entrance, while inside, she was stuffed to the gills.

“Oh my go-” she whimpered breathlessly. It was so much more than she’d thought it would be, but it felt perfect, perfect. Sasuke’s eyes had flickered back up to stare at Sakura’s face, memorizing her every little expression, her own vision wet as she peered up at him. He grabbed her jaw with a hungry little growl like the look she was giving him was egging him on, and suddenly he was kissing her wildly again.

“You feel so good,” he murmured heatedly as he chewed at her bottom lip, and Sakura shuddered, her pussy trembling with want. Sasuke stared into her eyes, and with a darker tone, he grunted, “Tell me I can move, darling.”

“Move-!” Sakura gasped instantly, pounding at Sasuke’s chest. Her next breath was robbed away, but with Sasuke pressed so closely to her, it only felt good. She could tell instantly that he was skilled, and for a moment, jealousy reared its ugly head, but she knew she only had all of his previous partners to thank. Besides, she had no claim to this stranger on the plane.

Sakura shut her eyes as if to shut off her brain, and she licked hungrily into Sasuke’s mouth. She’d lose herself in him completely for the next twelve hours, and as she’d said, she would walk away with no regrets. Sakura shivered. “Gooood,” she mewled as Sasuke thrust deep inside her, his pierced tip prodding her deepest parts. It felt like he was nearly kissing her womb, and it made Sakura dizzy.

“Baby girl,” Sasuke growled low, heat radiating from his words and off his skin. Sakura’s free hand slipped down his chest, and she squeezed at his pec, flicking at the little balls on either side of his nipple. Sasuke let out a short, bemused snort as his hips kept writhing. “You’re pretty into me… for saying I’m not your type,” he teased gruffly.

Sakura’s teal eyes snapped up, and she stared into endless black orbs, over Sasuke’s handsome face and his chiseled jaw and his long hair that was getting messy again. “I just meant… you’re not my usual type,” she amended now, but Sasuke just smirked, especially when she moaned as he hit a deep spot. She grabbed at her mouth to cover it, and Sasuke, with a wicked grin, angled his thrust up like that again. Sakura gasped, eyes going big and round; Sasuke was punishing her-!

He leaned her heavily against the wall, his thrusts becoming sensual rolls, and he breathed almost like a threat, “Tell me again that you don’t like it.”

“I never said-!” Sakura begged. She reached around with a gasp and clawed at Sasuke’s back. She was going to burst-! “You’re going to ruin me,” she whimpered finally in the tiniest voice.

“Hmm?” Sasuke called. Sakura pressed her face into his neck and huffed, tugging at his strong back to get him to start moving hard again, but he was waiting…

“You’re going to ruin me for anyone else,” Sakura pleaded in a whisper, and for a moment, she nuzzled up against Sasuke’s neck, filling her whole body with the smell of his cologne and skin.

Sasuke grunted, and Sakura waited to see what he’d do, for a moment scared he’d call it quits, but then suddenly he shifted them around in the tiny bathroom, and he sank down hard on the toilet. “Ride me,” he growled as he grabbed into Sakura’s skirt, pushing it further up as he gripped her hips to show her how to move. His face turned up and he searched for her lips, kissing her hungrily again as she grabbed at his shoulders and desperately began to ride him. The new angle got Sasuke even deeper, and Sakura went wild like she wanted him to bruise her deepest insides. “Fuck, baby girl,” Sasuke purred, and then he began unbuttoning her top, peeling it off her slight body. He peered down at the way her tits threatened to spill out of her bra, jiggling almost obscenely. “Fuckin’ sexy body like this and you say I’m not your type. I look good in a suit, too, baby.”

Sakura shivered at the jealousy she thought she heard, but she dismissed it as just stuff to say during sex. “What… does my body have anything to do with…?”

Sasuke snorted, and then he shoved up her bra and stroked under one of her fat tits, over the tiny scar there. He lifted the heavy thing up as he leaned down to begin sucking at her nipple. When he began tugging at the nub with his teeth, Sakura almost fell apart with a sob. Her pussy clenched down tight, and Sasuke cursed.

“See?” he growled like it was proof he was right. Sakura couldn’t even deny it.

“Fine,” she grunted. “I have a slutty body. I’m a whore.”

Sasuke’s chest rumbled.

“And I know you’d look good in a suit; you’d look good in anything,” Sakura rushed out. She scraped her long nails over Sasuke’s scalp and gripped into his hair as he squeezed and suckled on her heavy boob. Peering down, Sakura thought he looked really good like this, her boob smooshed to his face. A shiver rattled down to her pussy and it clenched up tight again, causing Sasuke to curse against her skin. He urged her spine to arch closer and her hips to keep moving, moving.

Dark eyes suddenly flicked up, and Sasuke licked around Sakura’s nipple with his pierced tongue, the sight so alluring it had Sakura cumming. Her skin tingled like crazy, and she thought she might just go insane. “I’m so glad,” Sasuke suddenly murmured, nuzzling almost sweetly to her breasts. “I saw you while we were waiting to get on the plane, and my first thought was that I wanted you. Fucking gorgeous woman in those heels and that little skirt with those tits like you needed a man like me to ruin you…”

Sakura gasped as Sasuke’s cock kicked inside her, and she mewled. “Well, congratulations,” she gasped. Sasuke smirked.

“You’re fucking welcome,” he breathed, and Sakura howled as quietly as she could. He stared up at her face from where he was buried in her chest. “Shit, I could cum just like this,” he murmured, his eyes ablaze. Sakura whimpered; she didn’t want it to be over yet, but how could she say that without sounding way too desperate?

As if reading her mind, though, Sasuke murmured, “Don’t worry, baby girl.” He turned and kissed at her fat tit, eyes shuttering.

Without his eyes on her, Sakura almost let her real feelings show with a sharp pout, and for a split second, she felt so incredibly sad that she couldn’t actually be this man’s baby girl. Tomorrow morning, she wouldn’t be his anything anymore.

Her eyes flickered back and forcibly focused as Sasuke stroked up her back, and she felt vulnerable as he stared up at her like he knew.

“You feel so good,” he hushed, and then he smiled, his first real smile. It made her breath catch in her throat. “So beautiful. I’ll remember this forever.”

Sakura shivered, and she thought that was enough. It had to be. She tugged Sasuke’s ponytail loose, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck, and she began to dance for him as she bounced on his cock. She let all of her inhibitions go because she wanted to make sure she gave this man the perfect memory. Sasuke smirked like he’d known all along, like he was so proud. His hand stroked up over her back and her round tit, down her sides to her hip and thigh. It was like they couldn’t get enough of each other, and Sakura knew now what Sasuke had meant when he’d said it felt like a dream.

“Baby,” Sasuke murmured, and then he tugged Sakura’s head back down to kiss her a moment before his cock kicked and then exploded inside her. Warmth poured into Sakura, and she gasped against Sasuke’s lips, her own hips shivering. She rolled her hips in minuscule movements to help Sasuke ride out his orgasm, her own pussy warbling around the twitching shaft inside her. Sasuke’s chest rumbled with a slow groan, and finally he let his hand slide away and down her back. Sakura stared at his lips as they retreated, and then she dropped her head down, burying it in Sasuke’s neck. The slight tang of his sweat mixed so well with his cologne, and he was warm and firm, so Sakura let her eyes drift closed.

“I think…” she muttered sleepily, “that I could finally sleep now.”

Sasuke stroked over her back, murmuring like he was proud to hear it, and for a long, peaceful moment, the silence wrapped around them like a blanket, heavy and warm. Sakura, despite how tired she was, didn’t want to pull away from this man, and even as she slowly sat up, she was reluctant to get up. If she slept for the rest of the plane ride, she’d be wasting precious time, and when she awoke again, this dream would only be a fleeting memory; Sakura shivered at both the thought and the cool air hitting her back thanks to the vent in the ceiling. She couldn’t meet Sasuke’s eyes lest he read how very greedy and selfish she was feeling, so she turned her face up. She pressed a hand to his beefy shoulder to stand up, her other hand cupping between her thighs to catch any dripping spill, and then she shuffled to the sink where she cleaned herself off as best as she could, buttoning her shirt back up and tugging her skirt down at least enough to cover herself. Behind her, Sasuke was slower to stand up, his big body crowding hers as he grabbed a couple of paper towels from over her shoulder to wipe himself down, but he seemed less concerned with getting clean as he simply tucked his softening cock waywardly into his underwear and zipped his jeans back up. After tossing the paper towels, he pressed to Sakura’s back and settled his arms around her so he could wash his hands in the sink, and Sakura stared down at the sight, entranced by the tattoos and rings on his gorgeous fingers. The warmth, weight, and scent of him was so wonderful that Sakura felt a pain in her chest when Sasuke stood up again, but before he left her so she could have some privacy to pee, he kissed her neck. Sakura stared from the corner of her eyes at his reflection in the mirror as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, and finally he picked up the little clump of fabric that had been set beside the small sink. He smirked at Sakura’s reflection before murmuring, “I’ll be waiting for you in our seats.”

Sakura didn’t raise her head again until Sasuke shut the bathroom door behind him, and this time, Sakura made sure to lock it before she slipped her skirt back up and sank down on the very warm toilet seat. When she raised her hands, she realized they were shaking, and she had to laugh at herself. “What are you, a teenage girl with her first crush?” she asked cruelly. She pressed her hands to her eyes, and she groaned quietly. She couldn’t believe she was getting all sentimental over a good lay, no matter the fact that it was the best sex and partner she’d ever had. Sakura smiled wryly. “Damn you, Sasuke Uchiha,” she whispered softly with a fondness she hadn’t wanted to feel.

Sakura wasn’t the biggest fan of the feeling of going commando in her skirt, but she had little other choice. She couldn’t help but laugh and feel insanely smug over the fact that Sasuke had stolen her panties… Was he going to keep them as a little momento? Even if he tossed them away in the airport in Munich, Sakura didn’t care because the gesture in and of itself was enough to feed her for years to come. She washed her hands, and then she gave herself one last check in the mirror before hustling back to her seat. As he’d said, Sasuke was waiting for her. He’d fixed his hair again into a low bun, and he tugged his headphones down to hang around his neck when she slipped silently back into her seat. Her panties weren’t anywhere to be seen, and Sakura chewed at her lip for a moment, staring at Sasuke as she wondered if she dared to ask aloud what his intentions with them were. Sakura settled onto her side, and Sasuke leaned over to stroke at her hip with a tiny, sexy smirk.

“Feeling good?” he murmured in his husky tone, and Sakura hummed, her heavy eyelids fluttering. She wanted to keep staring at him, but the lack of sleep and exercise was catching up to her. It didn’t seem fair that this crazy handsome man who was insane at sex would also be good at aftercare, but despite his looks, Sasuke seemed to have no qualms about being soft with Sakura. He seemed intent on keeping his promise that he would be hers for the whole of the flight. It made Sakura shiver a little, that greedy feeling threatening to creep back up. Sasuke misread it and re-produced the blanket they’d used before, warm from having been tucked up against his side. Sakura melted into her seat as it was draped over her, and her eyelids sank halfway down. Still, it felt too lonely like this. Sakura kicked her shoes off before drawing her legs up, staring at Sasuke through thick lashes. His gaze never left hers, either.

“Sleep,” he husked, but Sakura frowned ever so slightly. Sasuke hummed. He’d raised the arm rests separating their seats, but it still felt like there was a chasm between them. Sakura kept her eyes locked on Sasuke, thinking at the very least she wanted his face to be the last thing she saw before she drifted off.

She was almost there when a hand suddenly stuffed between her thighs, and Sakura’s eye flew open once again, going wide.

“It’d be such a waste, wouldn’t it…?” Sasuke murmured as he shifted closer to her in his seat, and as if she was afraid he’d pull back, Sakura swiftly tugged the blanket over his arm. As she settled down again, she shivered heatedly at the hand that griped ever so lightly at her inner, upper thigh, so close to where she was absolutely bare. She curled closer, and she circled her own arms around Sasuke’s as if trapping his hand between her legs wasn’t enough. Sasuke tugged his headphones back up with one hand, his other gently massaging Sakura’s thigh, and Sakura stared at his side profile until sleep finally claimed her. In her dreams, there was nothing but Sasuke, nothing but his scent, nothing but the feeling of him inside her and that hand softly massaging her thigh.

-x-

“Sakura. Sakura,” a voice that would follow Sakura for the rest of her life murmured close to her ear, and slowly Sakura peeled her eyes open again. She waited for the dread of waking up to hit her, but even as the warm light filtering in from the half-closed blind hit her eyes, she didn’t hate the idea of waking. She’d slept… better than she had in a long, long while. Her hands were still wrapped around a strong forearm, and between her legs, a hand squeezed and massaged her thigh. Teal eyes slowly flickered up, and Sakura stared in surprise at Sasuke as if she’d half-expected him to be cold or even gone when she awoke again. She jolted as she began to hear the soft commotion of passengers in the cabin, and her arm raised to check her watch. What time-?

“We’ll be landing soon,” Sasuke murmured, and Sakura’s eyes jerked back up to his face. Ah, shit, he was… devastatingly gorgeous, the warm sun dancing over his sharp features.

“Did you… sleep?” Sakura croaked guiltily, but Sasuke just smiled, that smile that seemed to be only for her but was surely… not.

“I do better with the jet lag when I stay up. You proved to be the perfect distraction from my sleepiness…”

Sakura didn’t think to ask what that meant as she jolted up, and she apologized as quietly as she could as she finally let Sasuke’s arm go. He slowly pulled it back, rolling his wrist and then cracking his fingers. Sakura stared at those digits that had been inside her less than twelve hours ago, and she felt something hot and desperate curl up in her gut, but she pushed it harshly down. She had so many things she wanted to say to Sasuke while simultaneously feeling like she couldn’t think of anything, so she was thankful for the flight attendants’ distractions as they went around asking passengers to raise their seats, collecting trash and blankets. Sakura felt reluctant to give up the warm blanket covering her, but she was going to have to walk through the airport soon and get in a cab, all while totally underpants-less. She fixed her skirt and gave up the blanket that held all of their memories from last night. Pulling out her small pocket mirror from her purse, she fixed her hair and put on some lipstick to cover her rosy lips, making sure her eyeliner and mascara were still good. Sasuke, the whole time, was silent beside her, though she was all too aware of his presence and his eyes on her. She tried not to think about it, nor the million things she wanted to ask him. What are you here in Munich for and how long are you staying? Are you staying in the city or continuing on? Are you hungry, we could grab breakfast, or-

Could we see each other again…?

Sakura shook her head ever so minutely, and she buckled herself in silently as the captain announced their descent into Germany. Sakura couldn’t bear to even glance to the side, so she didn’t see Sasuke’s face the whole time they were landing and taxy-ing. As soon as they pulled up to the gate, Sakura shot up from her seat, and she pushed open the overhead bin, but how the hell was she supposed to get her bag down-? Everyone else was busy with their own things.

Sakura startled as a body pressed up against her back, and silently the hulking figure tugged down her bag and then his own. Sakura almost cried at the way Sasuke’s warmth already felt so familiar, sick and nostalgic over those tattoos and his pretty forearms and talented fingers…

“Thank you,” Sakura called with a hollow ache growing in her chest, and she hoped that those two words were enough. She couldn’t say goodbye, and Sasuke didn’t say it either, but she was sure they both felt it. Walking off the plane with Sasuke a good few feet behind her was the loneliest Sakura had ever felt. She couldn’t look to see if he was following her to the luggage carousel, and she didn’t dare to look as she made her way out to where the taxis sat and waited. She finally pulled out her phone, and after texting her secretary that she had landed, she looked up and searched the queue of drivers for a card that held her name. Her eyes stumbled over something familiar, but then she saw her driver, and she moved with a sudden rush towards him. He accepted her silence as he took her bags and put them in his trunk, and then they were off, maneuvering through Munich traffic. Sakura turned to stare out the window, thinking she should check that itinerary that Hinata had sent her, but Sakura couldn’t find the will in that moment to do anything save for gaze out at the cars and buildings that flew past her view.

She sighed as the driver pulled his car off the highway, and finally Sakura could begin to take in the architecture and the beauty of Munich. She stared at historical buildings and modern skyscrapers, her eyes roaming here and there until she suddenly jolted and sat upright. It rushed past her, but she knew exactly what she’d seen, and suddenly Sakura’s heart was racing. She wanted to laugh, but suddenly she was crying instead.

Plastered across a giant billboard in the city was the face she’d dreamed of all of last night, the one she’d stared at enough to memorize it, the one she was already missing. Sasuke Uchiha, on tour in Europe and coming to Munich’s biggest music venue… tomorrow. No wonder he’d been so good with his fingers, Sakura thought ruefully as she stared after the billboard they’d passed.

Sakura turned her face into her hands as tears streamed down, and she begged to know what she was doing. She felt so stupid, and she wondered now if she hadn’t been too reckless. She’d ruined far more than her sex life, which felt so ridiculous and trivial now, but Sakura should have known. She was a smart businesswoman and quite ruthless, but Hinata had often warned her about the way her emotions could go completely wild if left unchecked, and last night, Sakura had abandoned all reason and let her heart override her head. She would pay for it, then, and dearly. Sakura let her tears fall unencumbered as she raised her head and faced her stupidity head-on with whatever dignity she had left. She wouldn’t regret it; she’d promised him as much, and she knew it was the best solution to this sudden heartbreak she felt.

“Stupid,” Sakura scolded herself harshly. She swiped at her cheeks, and she stared at her reflection and the city just beyond her window. She was silent again as she got out of the car in front of her hotel, and she took her bags with only a nod of thanks. Even if the driver spoke English, it seemed neither of them cared to exchange pleasantries, and Sakura was grateful. She rolled her luggage into her hotel, and with a heavy sigh, she checked in. Thankfully none of the staff pointed out her red eyes and puffy cheeks. She stepped inside the first elevator that came, and she kept her head down. She just wanted to strip down and take a long, hot shower…

The elevator welcomed a few more guests, and then the doors slid shut. Sakura tried to recall when her dinner appointment was, paying no mind to her surroundings until a shadow fell over her and a voice she’d thought she’d only hear in her dreams from now on whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Were you crying, baby girl?”

Sakura’s eyes snapped wide, but she didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her until a hand wrapped around her waist, pressing to her belly, and she saw familiar inked designs on gorgeous, slender fingers. Her head shot up and whipped around, nearly giving her whiplash, only to come face-to-face with Sasuke’s handsome, softly-smiling face.

“Wha-?!” Sakura choked out, her mind exploding with a hundred million emotions and thoughts.

“Really. It’s gotta be fate, right?” asked Sasuke. “Same flight, same hotel. Same city and same time.”

Sakura choked out a sound of disbelief. It took her way too long to realize they weren’t alone, and her eyes peered frantically around. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she saw the men clad in black suits, clearly security for the very famous man in the elevator with her. Sakura’s head whipped back. Sasuke was still smiling, bemused by all of her reactions, but also… genuinely happy.

“What do you think, baby girl?” he asked. “You busy tomorrow night? Wanna come to a little show?”

Overwhelmed, Sakura finally just laid her head back against Sasuke’s broad shoulder, and she laughed so hard she cried. She turned her face into his neck again, and she inhaled deeply before she whispered to the man of her dreams, “What the actual fuck?”

Sasuke chuckled smugly, proud and amused. His hand pressed flat to her belly, and she fell silent as the desperate desire to just melt into this man nearly choked her. Sasuke looked down, and despite all those eyes on them, he grabbed her jaw and he kissed her deeply, his tongue slithering down her throat. As Sakura shut her burning eyes, she went limp in Sasuke’s grip.

The elevator stopped, and Sasuke slowly pulled back. His hand at her jaw slipped down Sakura’s neck to her chest and finally to her hand, and he raised it to kiss her palm, pressing something against her fingers. He was gone a second later, waving over his shoulder. Sakura stared at his back, at the guitar case he carried and his broad shoulders until his security hid him from her view and the door closed. Sakura stood frozen as the elevator began to rise again, and finally she looked down at her hand. A scrap of paper was pressed to her palm, and when she hurriedly unfolded it, she found only a phone number written down for her. Sakura tugged out her phone so fast she almost dropped it, and she punched in the digits before she lost the paper. She pressed the call button before she could think.

Sasuke answered with a fond chuckle. “That was fast, baby girl.”

“Sasuke,” Sakura exhaled, and finally she asked what she hadn’t dared to on the plane. “Can I see you again?”

“I invited you to my show,” he reminded her, but then he chuckled a little more quietly, and he asked, “How about breakfast in my room?”

“I need to shower,” Sakura whispered in disbelief. Sasuke just hummed.

“An hour enough time?” he asked, and god, he almost sounded… impatient. “Sakura,” he called just before she hung up. “Wear panties at your own risk.”

Sakura almost laughed aloud. “Are you threatening to steal another pair?” she asked with the widest smile. Her heart was racing, and she was already rushing to get in the shower, tossing her bags down and running around. It was so unlike her, but Sasuke made Sakura feel… alive.

“Hmm,” was all Sasuke hummed, and then he murmured a reminder for their date in an hour. “I’ll tell my security to let you in.”

Sakura laughed wryly as soon as she hung up, and then she halted in front of the bathroom mirror, staring in disbelief at her reflection. When… had he left all of these hickies? Sakura’s lips split so wide her cheeks ached.

A chance- a chance to be Sasuke Uchiha’s baby girl-! Sakura might just burst. She hurriedly searched up his top hits, and she listened to the playlist the whole time she got ready. She passed on the panties, knowing they’d be a mess as soon as she put them on anyways. Sasuke’s voice was just as sexy with a guitar and keys as it was in her ear, whispering the dirtiest things.

Hinata, I’ll be busy until at least the afternoon. Sakura texted her assistant before she rushed out of her hotel room in a new pair of heels and the tiniest dress she owned and no panties.

Sakura was oh-so-ready to fall head over heels in love with the man of her dreams who wasn’t even her type.