My Snippets: Part 2

Fevered Heat: Inevitable 🔞

You can run, but you can't hide.

A sasusaku werewolf au. 18+ content implied and language. AN UNEDITED AND REALLY SHORT RANDOM IDEA. (Unfinished, may finish later and expand it if it does well or if I get a wild hair.)

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"SAKURA! GET BACK HERE! NOW!"

She was running from him, or at least attempting to. All the while, Sasuke was screaming at her to stop and come back to him. She refused. Her pink locks billowed behind her in wavy, curly rivulets while the sound of approaching footsteps drew closer. Howls from the unmated wolves echoing in the distance as they gained ground on her. Her heart was pounding, her lungs heaving.

"SAKURA!!!" His voice was strained; desperate. "DAMN IT! DON'T FUCKING RUN FROM ME!!!"

The pinkette could feel him, her alpha, behind her and did a quick shifting of her feet to avoid one of his outstretched hands. She heard him curse under his breath when he came up empty-handed and a small smirk lifted her lips. But the victory was short lived.

Sakura heard the deep reverberation from his low growl of annoyance before she felt it in the souls of her feet when his speed suddenly increased. Before she could react accordingly, she was gasping when he grabbed her firmly around the waist, twisting her around the next second to face him and then lifted her up on the third. Soon she found herself dangling next to his backside where he shifted her weight on his shoulder. He then turned on his heels and swiftly walked in the direction of his home.

She began to pound on his back with her fists. "Let me go, Sasuke! Damn it! Let me g—"

Thwack.

"OUCH! HEY, WATCH YOUR HANDS!"

"Behave," he hissed through his teeth while his grip on her tightened. She struggled for another minute before relaxing and resigning herself to her fate.

It was inevitable.

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'D-damn it!!! If I have to go through this twice a year from now on—'

The discomfort in her belly was profound now and Sakura rolled over, tossing from side to side, in an attempt to appease the ache there, but to no avail. She buried her face in his sheet and pillow, drawing in a deep breath. The masculine scents caused her green orbs to unintentionally roll back and her core to throb anew. "F-fuck," she groans, her thick thighs slowly rubbing together. She could hear him pacing in the next room. The soft undertone of his heated murmuring reached her ears, but not his words, as he talked to someone on his phone. She threw the covers off of her midsection in a flourish as sweat popped up on her temples. She quickly shimmied out of her shorts in an attempt to ease the growing heat between her legs.

Finally, after a few more minutes, she had officially had enough. Her lungs expanded as she took in a breath and her lips parted before she screamed out in frustration. "Sasuke! Ugh!!! Fuck. SASUKE!!!" A moment later the double doors to his bedroom were flung wide open. Her emerald eyes met his and she slowly swallowed as a shiver ran down her spine at the intensity behind them; liquid fire instantaneously pooling at the apex of her thighs. Sakura squirmed beneath his gaze. "Please, help me."

The grip on his phone tightened before he growled, "I'll call you back." He tossed his phone onto a chair resting beneath the bedroom window and began to remove his tie. He walked towards her carefully and slowly. She couldn't help but rub her thighs together again. He noticed (of course he did) and smirked at her. "So needy, my love. What should I do to you?"

"Shut up," she whimpered before spreading her legs while he mounted the mattress, hovering above her. "Tend to your mate." He licked his lips hungrily, bent toward her with his lips an inch away from her core. Her thighs rested against his arms and she visibly quivered with anticipation.

"With pleasure, mate," he purred before devouring her; over and over again.

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Two weeks later—

"Are you finally satisfied now, my love," he asked her softly as he stroked his fingers along her bare spin. Sakura was resting on his chest and let out a contented sigh that blew the fine, black hairs there. She smiles softly and closes her eyes.

"Mmm hmm." Their skin may have been sticky and their hair clung to their necks and cheeks, but they were happy and satisfied. That's all that mattered.