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Sakura always flows under the radar at their school, despite her bold, unique hair. She gets good grades, abides by the rules, never speaks out of line, and is always attentive. One could even call her a model student. She’s sweet like candy, the goodest girl you’ll find.
So it is very much to Sasuke’s surprise when he finds her carrying newly purchased smut books, walking to the bus station.
No, that can’t be right, he thinks. I must be mistaken.
But he isn’t. He knows this because he recognizes the book in her hands right now. He’s heard about it from his pervy teacher, Kakashi-sensei. Are his eyes deceiving him?
Sakura’s thankful that she didn’t run into any familiar faces at the store, god knows that would’ve been a disaster to explain. She can’t risk tainting her reputation, being caught with such vulgar books could ruin her.
It’s a dirty habit, she knows that. It’s unhealthy. Not constructive in the slightest. But hell, she’s one of the top students in the school for goodness sake. Doesn’t she deserve to have some fun from time to time? It’s not like she’s harming anyone. No one has to know.
“Sakura?”
Her heart stops at the sound of her name in a deep, clean-cut voice. She recognizes it, and hesitates before nervously turning her head around. As expected, it’s exactly who she thought it was.
The heart throb of the university. The guy that every girl at school obsessively thirsts over and dreams of getting railed by. Sakura’s one of them, although she’s not particularly vocal about it like most girls. You could say that she keeps her fantasies to herself, and oh god he’s caught her holding a smutty book. Does he know that it’s smutty? Is he judging her? He’s definitely judging her. Goodbye, perfect reputation.
He clears his throat before gesturing to the book in her hands. “I didn’t know that you . . read that.”
“I don’t think you know me at all.” Sakura retorts, trying to cover up her ever growing heartbeat. She quickly shoves the book back into her bag, a slight scowl present on her face.
“Do you enjoy it?” He suddenly asks. Jeez, what’s your game, Uchiha? If you wanna out me then just do it, shannaro!
“So what if I do?” she scoffs, clutching her bag to her chest. He stares at her, eyes boring into hers. Sakura blinks, nervously. Sasuke’s known for being the cold, heartless type. No doubt he won’t show her any mercy.
“Ah, nothing.” he utters, dryly. “I just think that it’s a waste, that’s all.”
“Okay, Mister Perfect,” Sakura flares. “Sorry that I’m not the perfect girl you thought I was! I’ll spend my time the way I choose to do so, thanks,” she sneers, piercing her eyes into his. He smirks for a second before going stone-cold, angering her more.
“Not what I meant.”
He walks up to her, tilting her head up by the chin with his index finger. He brings his mouth to her ear, and she feels shivers go down her spine at the sensation of his hot breath. Her heart skips a beat, as a million thoughts of what he’ll do run through her head. She almost wishes his lips were closer to her.
“I just thought,” he whispers faintly, “you’d enjoy the real thing way better. I know I would.”
Her breath hitches, and she hopes that he doesn’t notice the way her cheeks taint pink as he slowly lets go of her, drawing his mouth away from her.
Heart beating out of chest, before she can chicken out, she stammers, “you're not wrong.”
A ghost of a smile lingers on his face as he runs his eyes on her, an unreadable expression on his face. Was he just messing with her? Of course he was.
Yet all of Sakura's doubts escape her as he tilts her chin up once more, only this time pressing his lips to her neck, filling her with sensual pleasure as he lingers long enough for her to enjoy it, but not long enough to be over it.
She can feel him about to move downward, but he pulls away. He whisks a strand of hair away from her face before walking off, disappearing into the distance. She holds a hand to her neck, utterly breathless.
He leaves her wanting more.
They don't speak the next day, because they have no classes together. Her gaze slowly lingers to him while outside, a new kind of desire now pulsing through her. Her heart drops as he meets her gaze, not seeming the least bit surprised. He doesn't look away, so she does.
She doesn't know that he's still looking at her. He always does.
What she doesn't expect is for him to approach her all of a sudden.
“Any new books?” he asks, way too casually. He caught her when she was about to leave, so her face was promptly in dangerously close proximity to his. She gasps before letting out a breath.
“Don't do that!” she hisses, taking a step back.
“Do what?”
“Sneak up on me!”
“I wasn't trying to, but I'll keep that in mind,” he considers, before tilting his head to gape at her.
“What?” she snarls, her eyebrows furrowing.
“You're full of surprises.” Another ghost of a smile lingers on his face. She harrumphs before pointing to her neck.
“So are you.” She regrets those words the moment they leave her mouth. That regret soon dissipates as he promptly tilts her chin up to press his soft lips to her sweet neck once more, as she gasps at the feeling in awe.
He pulls away, as she can feel her heart throbbing from her chest. She can still feel the wetness of his kiss, and suppresses the urge to touch it. Scrape off the bit of skin and store it as a keepsake. He hums.
“You're not wrong,” he imitates her, smirking for a split second before it vanishes. He walks off before she can reply.
She doesn't notice that the ends of his ears are as red as a tomato.
Something is wrong with Sakura, she realizes as she tries to read the new books she’s bought. It’s as if her mind is completely elsewhere. She tries to enjoy the smut scenes, but it seems she no longer can.
She tugs down at her cheeks at the realization that Sasuke has completely bewitched her. That she’s now unable to read a single sex scene without thinking of him. Without remembering the way he nipped at her neck, and the way he could do so much more. Whenever she reaches a sex scene now, she only thinks of him. Fantasizes.
She groans at the realization that he was totally right. She would prefer experiencing the real thing through him, but that’s impossible. She’s still convinced that he’s merely teasing her, there’s no way that the man who could get anyone would be interested in her. And she has a reputation to uphold.
She hovers a hand to her neck, to where he once pressed his lips on her. She sighs, her cheeks flushing pink. There’s no way that he needs to know how she can’t stop thinking of him.
The way he always thinks about her.
Okay, it wasn’t always about the sex with Sasuke. His infatuation actually started in elementary school, back when she herself was a fangirl of his. He often caught her stealing glances at him during class, but couldn’t bring himself to give her the same snide glare he gave the other girls. He wanted to, but he never could.
He didn’t realize why until they were in middle school, and other guys started to take an interest in her. She never reciprocated, and he never told her that he was glad that she didn’t. Because he was Sasuke Uchiha, the stone-faced heart throb who wasn’t supposed to show emotion for anyone.
But he just couldn’t stop himself when he saw her by the bus stop that day. He doesn’t stop himself this time, either.
It’s an empty, moonlit night. Sakura sits inside the shelter of the bus stop, sluggishly scrolling through her phone. She really needs to buy a car one of these days. She yawns, but quickly stiffles it at the sight of a certain Uchiha walking towards her.
Her mind starts escalating elsewhere, but she quickly brings it back at the sound of his voice.
“Sakura.” Somehow, her name sounds best when coming from his mouth. He uses his arm to lean against the shelter, the streetlights illuminating a part of him as his eyes bore into hers.
“S-sasuke . .” she hopes that it’s too dark for him to see her flushed cheeks. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have a car?”
“I do.” He tilts his head the opposite way, hair following suit due to gravity. “But it’s dangerous for a girl to wait alone this late at night.”
“I’ll be fine,” Sakura assures, scared of what other ungodly thoughts will appear in her head in his presence. “I’m not a weak woman.”
“Oh, I know.” He thinks back to the loud temperament she had back in middle school. No doubt it’s still hidden in there somewhere. He squints at her, an unreadable expression painted on his face. “I thought I’d still drop by.”
“Oh.” She looks away. “What are you doing this late?”
“Just running errands. You?” he replies.
“I have a class in the evening.”
“Ah.”
She suppresses the urge to stare at him, the way he’s staring at her. How is he completely unphased? She decides to break the silence.
“You should go, it’s pretty late,” she suggests, forcing a grin as she scratches the back of her neck. He hums.
“Do you want me to go?” he asks, his tone making her heart skip a beat. He sounds almost seductive, but that can’t be on purpose.
Of course, she doesn’t really want him to go. But he doesn’t need to know that, so she keeps her mouth shut. Sighing, she shuffles to the side, allowing him to sit next to her.
“I actually came on my motorcycle,” he utters, his eyes fixated on the cars passing on the road.
“Wait– you have a motorcycle!?” Sakura beams, a light entering her eyes which doesn’t go unnoticed by Sasuke. “Must be nice.”
“Hn.”
Another silence befalls them. Sakura sneaks glances at his side profile, blushing at his perfectly toned skin and shaped jawline. Why must he do this to her?
“You’ve ruined smut books for me,” she pouts under her breath, immediately raising a hand to her mouth upon realization that she’d blurted her thoughts out loud. He turns his head to face her, a ghost of a smirk on his face.
“Oh?”
She tries to turn her head away on impulse, but his chiseled fingers cup her by the chin, keeping her face towards him. Time stops as he closes the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers as he places her in a lip-lock. His touch is gentle, as if he’s trying not to scare her off as he gradually deepens the kiss, not giving either of them a moment to catch their breath. His kiss is hungry, as if his lips have been deprived and are finally being quenched with her sweet taste.
And to both of their surprise, she doesn’t pull away when he gives her room to. Instead, she laces her tongue with his, finally giving into temptation as she kisses him back. Amused, he digs deeper into her, not wanting to forget her taste for even a split second.
Suddenly, he's pushing her backward. Suddenly she's propped at the corner of the shelter as his lips keep digging into her mouth, as both of their hearts flip.
All logical sense escaping her, she wraps her hands around his neck as she allows him to undo her in the best way possible. The back of her head is now pressed to the glass as his lips continue to devour her. She feels like she's flying.
Finally, he pulls away, eyes locked with hers as they exchange no words. Instead he grazes his lips right past her chin, suctioning onto her neck as she stifles a gasp. Her nails claw into his nape, so his teeth claw into her. She lets out a soft moan upon impact, upon finding pleasure in the mark he's left on her.
He places a kiss on the scar before finally moving back. They finally breathe. Finally process what just happened. Sakura flushes red upon realization that she kissed him back, although she can't bring herself to regret it.
“I could give you a ride,” Sasuke offers, “if you want.”
Sakura's too flustered to construct a reply, so she merely nods. Finally allowing himself to smirk, he guides her to the motorcycle parked not too far from where they were.
He holds out a helmet. “Wear mine.”
“What about you?”
He points to a visorless helmet hanging at the back of the motorcycle. She holds out her hand to grab his helmet, but he places it over her head for her. Her breath hitches as he clicks it in place for her, his hands dangerously close to her.
“Sit.” He gestures to the spot behind him as he sits on the motorcycle. Cheekily, she sits behind him, getting giddy as he turns on the engine. “Hold onto me so that you're safe.”
Unsure of what to do with her hands, Sakura clasps onto his waist as he hits the accelerator. They slowly increase in speed, as they ride off together in a peaceful night.
She's not sure if it's the wind and acceleration that gives her more confidence, but something prompts her to wrap her hands around his waist as she leans onto him, feeling the warmth of his body against her chest.
He doesn't object.
They ride in comfortable silence for some time, as they feel the wind brush through their hair. Sakura can't help but sigh in disappointment as they arrive at the dormitory.
He parks along where the other bikes are, holding her hand to help her step off.
“What room number are you? I'll drop you off,” he offers, as she hands the bike helmet to him.
“217,” Sakura answers, letting him walk with her as they enter a building. She almost doesn't want to go now. She doesn't want to leave Sasuke’s side.
As they inch closer to her room, she can't help but brainstorm ways to prolong her time with him. Make their night just a bit longer.
“We're here,” he utters, as they reach their door. Sakura nods.
“Thanks, Sasuke,” she says, her lips curling to form a small smile.
“Hn.” He watches as she unlocks her door. “Maybe you won't need your books for much longer,” he whispers under his breath as he turns to walk off.
Sakura has always been responsible, the epitome of self control. She's never touched a single drug or drank a sip of alcohol. Never skipped a single class, never missed a single assignment.
Yet somehow, she's unable to stop herself from pulling at Sasuke's collar, yanking him into her dorm as she clings her lips to his neck. It's just revenge, she tells herself as she digs into him, lips tugging at his neck as he lets out a gasp, visibly shocked.
It seems she's finally cracked him.
She pulls away to look at the damage, horrified at what she's done. She stammers, trying to say something, anything.
“You shouldn't have done that,” he mutters, his eyes suddenly darkening. Something in him finally igniting.
He kisses her before she can think of something to say. Her back is pressed to the wall as his lips meet hers, a sweet kiss soon turning rough and calloused as he aggressively digs into her. Her hands fit around his neck as his hands travel down her back, feeling the smooth curves of her body.
His lips suddenly move down, angling her head up against the wall as he nibbles at her chin, each touch of his tongue sending a spike of adrenaline down her spine.
“S-sasuke . . .” she barely manages to utter before he covers her lips with his, her gasps dying in his throat.
Her head still propped up, he migrates down to her collarbone, trailing it in a line of quick kisses before letting a hand travel up her shirt. His warm touch passes her stomach before moving up to her chest, to her breasts which feel so perfect when touched by him.
“Sakura,” his voice is hoarse, “am I on par with the men in your books?”
Her mouth twitches into a grin before she places her hand to his hand, which is currently taking a tour of her body. “Jealous?”
“Yes.” He tightens his grip on her breast. She gingerly ruffles his hair before moving her mouth near his ear.
“Y’know,” her voice is soft yet sultry, “I only think of you when I read, Sasuke.” Her voice vibrates low, as Sasuke feel’s his sweet spot harden at the sound of it. At the feeling of her.
He kisses her, hard and messily once more before his hands are suddenly tugging up at her shirt, and she’s helping him yank it off as they slip backward.
She’s on the carpet, and he’s on top of her. He doesn’t move, and she doesn’t tell him to. He goes to press his lips on her, but she stops him with a hand.
“The men in my books do it shirtless,” she states, awfully bluntly. It seems that Sasuke’s rubbing off on her, and he smirks in amusement. He brings her hand to the edge of his shirt.
“Why don’t you do it?”
It seems that Sakura has turned into a different person entirely, as she strips it off of him without hesitation. She tosses his shirt to the side, allowing her eyes to explore his bare chest before his lips are suddenly on her collarbone, and she feels as if time has stopped. He suctions onto her, leaving a wet, messy trail along the skin of her bone.
His lips are puckered to her skin, he’s tasting— exploring her. He sucks her collarbone to get a proper taste of her, as she’s barely able to keep her composure each time his tongue makes contact with her. Satisfied, his sucks evolve into quick pecks at her neck, each kiss making her less and less interested in those books of hers. She forgets why she even enjoyed them when the real thing is so much more magical.
Head foggy, she trails a finger down his chest. Quick enough to excite him, but slow enough to make him impatient. She can’t help it. His abs are right in front of her, so how could one expect her to not kiss them? She finds herself addicted to the warm heat of his skin on her lips, and can’t help but feel dismayed at the fact that this night will have to end at some point.
That’s a problem for later, she tells herself as she bares her fangs into his neck, tattooing him with bites as he lets out a grunt. Sakura quickly comes to the realization that she’s somehow had all this pent up energy built within her, but no means of releasing it. She almost thanks Sasuke for giving her the opportunity.
Although if anything, he should be thanking her.
His hands firmly grip her wrists, guiding them to opposite sides and placing them there.
“Don’t move,” he utters gently, before whisking a lock of pink hair from her face. She reddens as his finger grazes past her cheek.
Not wasting any time, his hand travels down her chest, each touch sending a shock of electricity through the both of them. He cups her breasts in his palms, slowly fondling them from left to right, observing each and every movement as his fingers sink into them. It takes everything in Sakura to stop herself from gasping, so she softly hums to herself instead. He runs his thumbs over her nipples in a circular motion, his mouth inching dangerously closer to them as she feels the proximity of his hot breath.
His lips lightly peck her nipple before clinging onto the soft flesh of her breast, as it fits so perfectly inside of him. His fingers massage the outer curves of her breast as he relishes in their taste, making himself hard enough to leave her satisfied. His lustful sucks leave a wet trail as she pants in anticipation, not daring to move her arms from where he placed them.
He plants a deep kiss in between her breasts, burying himself into her as his hair lightly dusts her chin. Letting out a quiet grunt, his lips smother the soft flesh of her breasts again before he puckers them around her nipple, sucking as if he were a baby as his cock continues to pulse within him. She feels as his tongue wavers back and forth, wettening her nipple with rapid intensity. He sucks harder, and she finally lets out a soft, endearing moan.
Sasuke wants to hear more, and he can hardly contain himself.
His lips make a beeline down her stomach, covering her with more quick pecks as she finds it harder and harder to stay still. He makes it down to her abdomen, keeping his cool despite how badly his cock needs to be let loose. Her pants have already slipped off, so all he needs to do is grip the hem of her underwear and pull downward so that he can gently press his lips to her navel, losing himself in her thighs. He doesn’t stop his tongue from giving her a gentle lick, and she’s thankful for that.
His gaze suddenly shifts to her pussy, and he realizes he may not be able to wait as his instant urge is to penetrate her flaps. It's hard, but he wants to wait before allowing himself to do so.
But— it's right there. And she's looking at him so fervently, so expectantly. He can't bring himself to leave her pussy untouched, he needs her to understand that he doesn't plan on doing so. That he'll fuck her so good when the time is finally perfect.
He hates and loves that he's unable to stop his fingers from slowly exploring her flaps, feeling their smooth texture and alluring mechanics. He softly caresses the entrance of her pussy, slowly rubbing the flaps of skin.
“S-sasuke!~” Sakura lets out a surprised shriek, which slowly turns into long, heavy moans. This only encourages him, filling his head with a heated desire as he fights back a smirk. God, he’s so hard now. He won’t be able to wait much longer.
He lets his finger travel deeper, venturing further inside and dangerously close to her clit. Sakura is screaming and he’s seconds away from drooling, as beads of sweat form on his forehead. He’s finally got the girl he’s pined over for years, so he doesn’t plan on leaving a single bit of her untouched. He moves his finger along the inside of her flap, feeling its sloppy, wet texture. She’s unable to contain herself, so she fights to try and stay still the way he instructed her to.
His finger reaches her clit. He doesn’t move it.
“S-s-sasuke!” Sakura pleads, finally moving her arms away as she gushes, pants increasing in speed. “P-please . . .”
She clenches her pussy around his finger, and he feels as if his cock might just fall off. He tickles his finger around, stirring up a storm of lust and desire between the both of them.
“Saasukee!” Sakura blurts, but not in any sort of distress.
He finally lets his finger venture back out, and massages the soft, sweet flaps of her pussy. His skin is so warm against hers, yet every touch makes her feel as if she might simply fly away. She wants to fall into nowhere but his touch.
Pleased with himself, he brings his fingers away from her pussy, allowing her to let out a much needed exhale as he rubs her thighs. She doesn’t expect what he does next, but doesn’t object in the slightest. They’re not progressing in the typical way, but then again, are either of them remotely typical?
Her breath stops as his mouth inches closer to her soft gateways.
“Mm.” His tongue tickles her flaps, leaving a wet trail as it continues to explore her. He offers gentle, moist licks, his cock stiffening with every exasperated moan Sakura releases. As expected, he can’t get enough of her taste. He suctions his lips right above her clit, moving his fingers along her thighs as he starts to suck. He starts with quick kisses, trying to reach deeper each time. He then lets his lips remain clung to her pussy, beginning to suck as if from a straw.
“Aa! S-sasuke!~” Sakura shrieks, fluttering her eyes as she tries to regain her composure. He doesn’t let her, as he plants a wet kiss to her clit as he’s most definitely salivating by now. “Oh my god!~” He can’t help but plant more.
After an eternity that doesn’t feel long enough, he finally sits back. He’s so hard that it may just be physically impossible for him to go on another minute without quenching his needs. He makes eye contact with Sakura’s glassy eyes, her cheeks that may be indefinitely red now. He runs his hands on her naked stomach.
“Your bedroom,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
“Aa,” Sakura musters, as Sasuke begins to stand up. She feels her heartbeat escalate as she too stands out, gaining rational thought before she feels his arm around her waist. He keeps her warm body pressed against his as they walk to the bedroom.
He sits first. “Sit.”
“Huh?”
He points to his lap, but she only notices what’s in between his legs. Flustered, she slowly crawls into his lap, into his warm embrace as his cock is dangerously pressed against her skin. He wraps his arms around her before pulling her in for a deep kiss, locking lips with her as she twirls his hair. His tongue digs to the back of her mouth as they continue to intoxicate each other, growing more and more addicted to each other's taste. He nips at her bottom lip, and she licks it before he presses his lips to hers again.
With the way he so aggressively— so messily digs into her, it’s inevitable that she falls backwards, his lips still on hers as she’s sprawled on the mattress. He pulls away, opening his eyes. He angles his body above hers, and they both know what’s about to happen.
He lets out a heaved exhale as he slips his cock through her pussy, letting it reach her clit as it tickles her oh so perfectly. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. His cock dances within her as he thrusts, slowly at first but faster with each time. She tightens her grip, so he rewards her with another kiss to her lips. He lets out an unrestrained moan at the feeling of built up lust finally being released, feeling finally right at home.
Sakura gives a peck to his neck, trailing her tongue down to his collarbone before biting down onto him. She kisses the bruise, already missing the feeling of his warm skin against her lips.
Thrusts continuing, he brings a hand to her breast, slowly massaging it and running his hand through the smooth, soft skin. He nips at the flesh, planting soft kisses before covering her nipple between his lips, proceeding to suck as his tongue tickles her gently, She lets her fingers through his hair as his lips remain magnetized to her. He lifts his head, brings his mouth near her ear.
“Finish for me,” he whispers, before licking below her ear. She winces and lets out a gasp as he presses kisses to her chin, traveling down her neck to all sorts of places.
“Aa~” she moans, as liquid soon brims her pussy and solidifies his cock. As a reward, he pecks her lips once more.
“Good,” he quietly murmurs, suddenly withdrawing his cock from her. He sits up, and gazes at her fervently. She doesn’t need to ask what he’s implying.
She leans forward, hovering over his cock before resting her sweet lips on the tip, slowly lodging his spot of arousal into her mouth. Her tongue stirs, wettening him even more as she starts to suck, fingers clawing into his legs. At last, she presses a kiss to it, then right below it before wetting his entire lower area with her lips.
Her fingers prick at his cock, poking and prodding before they curl to cup it. She massages his sweet spot, her warm fingered feeling soothing to his desire. “God– Sakura—” He lets out a loud grunt, stiffening against her grip as it loosens for him.
He lays her back down, allowing his cock back into her as he continues to run his lips throughout her, and she continues to let him. He leaves a wet trail down her chest to her stomach, and finally to her navel. He offers messy licks before quick, aggressive kisses devour her, and his hands are rubbing her back.
His lips gravitate towards her pussy, and he rests them between her wet flaps as he blows hot air into her. She shrieks, sending his adrenaline into a frenzy as it only encourages him to continue as he alternates from blowing and sucking through her. He runs his tongue down her pussy, holding back a smirk as she moans softly. Lovingly, he caresses the flap to her pussy.
He starts playing with her hair, to her surprise. “So?”
“Hm?” she utters.
“How is it?” How could he ask her such a question so bluntly? She goes red.
“You're clearly an expert,” she blurts, hiding her embarrassment. “How many other girls have you done this to?”
“What?” He sounds genuinely puzzled.
“Oh, come on. There's no way you're unaware of how many girls want you. I know I'm not the first girl you've done this to,” she explains, slightly irritated now.
“Sakura?” He lets go of her hair. “You didn't know that you're the first?”
Her mouth drops. “I– what? I- I am?”
He wraps his hands back around her chest. “It's always been you, even if I never made it clear.”
She's glad that he can't see her face, because it's officially as red as his favourite food.
“W-what?” she stammers. “That– there's no way . .”
“I hope you don't think that I'd do this to anyone.” He grabs her breasts again. “You understand, right?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.”
Sakura doesn't touch another smut book.