I've lost control of me
Chapter one: Plastic fate
The tapping of my nail caused piece by piece of my granite counter top to chip off. Moments passed by filled with a mixture of anxiety, uncertainty and unadulterated rage. I could feel a vein pulsing near my right temple, and a bead of sweat forming from my hairline.
I stared at the urine soiled piece of plastic with pure loathing, feeling I already knew what I was waiting so impatiently to confirm. I amazed myself with how many suicide plans I ran over in my head within the two minutes it took for the plastic to tell me for sure if I should pick one of the quicker and less painful of the litter.
When the first line formed, the bead of sweat streamed down my face, and dripped to form its own barely noticeable pool. I bit my lip and awaited the final result.
All my nails formed perfectly outlined creases in the counter top, suddenly I forgot how to breathe.
And there it was… the little pink line that dangled my fate on the end of it like a string.
"I'm fucked." I hung my head in shame at first, then the rage took over. I felt my whole body shaking, gripping the edges of the counter so hard I broke off chunks, which pissed me off even more.
Flinging both chunks through my bathroom wall, I sunk to the floor feeling completely devastated and alone.
I clutched my arms and let the tears pour.
"Fuck me." My voice shook as I whispered into nothing.
But that's exactly what got me into this disaster.
(Two months ago)
I walked into the low lit room with such grace and seduction, meeting the eyes of my next victim who lie waiting on a red satin death bed. My emerald orbs stayed calm, focused. His pupils lit up, looking me up and down.
I halted my predator-like approach just before the bed. "My, my. Aren't you a beautiful little girl, what's your name, baby?"
Sliding the belt of my finest black coat out of the loops slowly, oh so slowly, and letting it fall to the floor, exposing every perfectly sculpted curve of my body. My unblemished skin smoothly filled out the red lingerie dress attached to a garter that streamed bright red down both long legs and finally ended with heels. My breasts slightly pushed up and spilling out over the corset-like top. Slowly turning, I exposed my rear sporting a G-string.
He licked his lips and smoothed his hand over the bed, signaling for me to come here.
I smirked and took the last few steps very slowly, very feline comparable, and crawled onto the bed almost desperately.
My palm pressed on his chest, forcing him to lay back.
"Ooo, you're an aggressive one, aren't you?" a wicked smile made its way to my features, suddenly I was on top of him, straddling his waist with a kunai to his throat. His eyes grew wide with panic. "What is this?" He demanded.
"Shhhh, shh." I soothed him, running my free fingers through his grey locks. "Just answer my questions, and you get to keep your balls." He opened his mouth to protest, I placed a finger over his lips and smiled sweetly. "If you speak excessively again, I will remove them. Then, I'll put them back on, and remove them again. Much more slowly the second time, and the third, and fourth. For however many times it takes for you to tell me what I want to know, it'll become slower and more painful. I won't lie to you, you're going to die tonight. How you die depends on how quickly you quench my thirst. So be a good little boy and play along, or this will only be more fun for me." His face filled with terror, I could feel his body tremble underneath me. He threw his head back and waled.
"HELP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. I couldn't help but chuckled.
Raising two fingers before my face, I gathered chakra in them. I made sure I hit every fucking pressure point in his body so he was unable to move. He bellowed in agony.
"You can scream all you want, we're the only living ones in the building, baby."
It wasn't long after that he got the message, I wasn't fucking around. I NEVER fuck around.
I looked down at my pocket watch, "Damn, I'm late." Scaling the wall I made seals to use a time/space teleportation jutsu home. It was Naruto's birthday, and the whole town was lit up and decked out. People gathered from every village just to celebrate, it was like a national holiday.
I could hear music blasting and bass rattled my whole house. Throwing on a pink sweater and dark wash boyfriend cut jeans over my slutty clothes, I took a deep breath and put on a smile, facing myself in the mirror. I brushed my long pink hair out and flipped it back and forth a few times, indecisive over which side it looked best on. Grumbling, I part it down the middle and rolled my eyes, turning around and walking out the door. Over fucking joyed.
The party was undoubtedly going to last all night, seeing as is was already eleven o'clock and most people were only getting started. It rank of cheap alcohol and French whores everywhere, as if the town were one giant night club. Sluts darted in all directions, particularly lingering around Naruto who was so oblivious it was almost hilarious. Poor Hinata shied off to the side, but kept in close contact with the blonde headed idiot.
At midnight I was tipsy on my third glass of wine, watching from the sidelines as Ino danced whorishly with three dudes who just loved every moment of it. The second our eyes met she ripped herself from the drunken bastards and glided into me, throwing her arms around me.
"Forehead!" She squealed, squeezing me tightly before letting go and staring into my face. "I thought you died! How have you been?" I fake smiled and took another sip.
"Just busy! How is everything in Ino-pigs world?" She snorted.
"Peachy! Let's go take some shots!"
Before I could open my mouth she tore my wine glass from my hand and threw it over her shoulder, taking me by the wrist and dragging me toward the bar.
One tequila shot turned into two, two turned into four, and four turned into table dancing with a hundred horny guys hollering and cheering us on. My sweater came off at some point, and I managed to lose one high heel, and flung the other one at some dudes head who tried grabbing me. He now laid out on the dirt floor, I wasn't entirely sure if he was still breathing or not but no one really cared to check.
Next thing I knew I was in the crowd, Ino was ten feet from me having the time of her life.
I felt my anxiety begin to overpower the liquor, I couldn't remember the hand seals and struggled to find a way out of the grasp of twenty horny men who kept putting their hands in places where their hands didn't fucking belong! I wanted to rip their goddamn necks apart and make their spines my new back scratcher! I clawed desperately, but they only became more aggressive. My pants came unbuttoned, I couldn't decide which button was the real one while everything vibrated and swayed side to side.
"Shit! Fuck being a lightweight!" My insides were screaming.
I felt a shift in my weight and arms wrap around me. I heard the screams of multiple different men, but my eyes were covered by some kind of white cloth, half lidded as they were, I wasn't in the position to act upon moving whatever it was out of my way so I could see.
Only feeling two hands wrapped around me, I felt a wave of relief.
"Naruto." I smiled and gripped the soft white cloth, moving it aside to see jet black spikey hair and ebony orbs staring into my jade. "Sa-" I began to speak and then realized I somehow was in my own house, in my own bedroom. WITH SASUKE.
"I was-s-s f-fine on m-m-y own, Sas-u-ke." He set me down on the floor, I felt dizzy and crashed into his firm and built torso unwillingly. He caught me in his arms again and muttered incomprehensively.
"Just shut up and get in bed, you're done for the night. If you go back out I'll let them rape you." He growled.
The way he held me… the way his eyes traced down my half naked body…
It could've been the alcohol, but my cojones grew to the size of watermelons. I grabbed onto his torso and spun him back around to face me. His eyes burned with confusion, they stared straight into my blurry pupils.
"What the-" He began to say.
"Just shut the hell up." I hissed before crashing my lips onto his. He tried to pry himself away at first, I knotted a fist in his hair and held his head in place. He didn't protest long, and soothed himself into one long, drawn out, passionate kiss. Our bodies melted together, his hands that gripped both my hips trying to push them away now held them in place.
I slid my hand into his torso, gliding it up his abdomen, neck, tracing his jawline and eventually cupping his cheek. His tongue finally reacted to mine and invaded my mouth to explore, I moaned softly into his lips and traced the outline of them with my tongue.
Pacing backward little by little, Sasuke complied with whatever I did. I had the little shit right where I wanted him.
When I felt my bed bump my back legs, I tore Sasuke off my lips and threw him on my bed. His face was purely stunned. He sat up and grit his teeth, somewhat terrified almost as I removed my pants with one swift yank and began to sway my hips to the music blaring.
"Sakura, you're drunk." His lips moved but all I could focus on was the bulge in his pants…
I always wanted him to be my first.
Her eyes, so clouded with lust. Who the hell is this?
This type of behavior is something I would expect from Karin, not in a million years did I think Sakura had this in her.
"Why am I still here?" I questioned to myself, then looking at the way her perfect hips swayed back and forth, and the angelic devil glowing from her radiant jade orbs, I remembered.
My mind kept sending out red alerts to every limb to get fuck up and FUCKING MOVE! But my body was clearly on a different channel, because it wouldn't comply no matter what.
My legs hung over the edge of the bed, my body lie completely paralyzed while this seducer continued her black magic, straddling my waist and spreading my shirt wide open. She felt up my chest, dragging her nails down, sending chills up my spine. I bit my lip to restrain the groan fighting its way out.
"Sas-uke." She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. I felt dizzy, my entire lower half was tingling and my heart felt like it was trying to burst right out of my chest.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I flipped both of us over and gripped the underside of both her knee caps, raising them over my shoulders. My lips forcefully crashed into hers, relentlessly our groins met and a loud moan escaped her, entering my open airway.
She was driving me absolutely fucking insane.
She gripped the cloth of my shirt and shredded it off me quicker than I could realize, grasping the skin of my lower back and grinding her crotch even harder against mine, biting the shit out of my lip.
"Fuck." I panted, ripping that little piece of worthless cloth out of the way. She smiled into my mouth in response, releasing the skin of my back and sliding her hands all the way up my back and knotting both of them in my hair.
Upon realization she was already wet, I let a "Hn." Escape my lips before sliding one finger in her. She breathed in sharply and arched her back, throwing her head backward. I watched her eyes close as she bit her lip, matching her grind with the pace of my thrusting.
She was tight, to say the least. I couldn't fit another finger without fear of hurting her. How the fuck am I supposed to…
"Sasuke." She moaned, reaching down toward the top of my pants, slipping her hand inside.
I felt her grab it, licking her lips and smiling.
I stopped thrusting and focused my attention on what she was doing while she jerked her hand up and down. I was hard as rock by now and on my last nerve, when she was satisfied with its density, she placed it before her entrance, which I gladly penetrated.
For the time being the head was the only thing fitting. I did what I could to keep her wet, she winced every time I tried to go a little deeper. Finally, I worked my way in. At first it was slow thrusts, meant only to open her up a little. She gripped the sheets and bit down on my neck whenever I hurt her, I fucking know she left teeth marks.
At last, what seemed like an eternity later, I was all the way in. she was panting, panting hard. Her chest was visibly pounding.
My pace quickened, finally I felt every inch of her, so soft and warm. She felt amazing, like no high I ever experienced before. I spread her legs wider to gain more access and quickened. She cried out in what sounded like ecstasy, tearing the skin off my back with her nails and biting holes in my neck and shoulder.
It wasn't long before I felt a build-up, but I couldn't stop.
"Sakura." I breathed, closing my eyes and resting my head on her chest. With one last thrust I finished. Beads of sweat dripped from my head onto her glistening breasts.
"Get… the hell…out." She commanded, pushing me off her and pulling the sheet of her bed over her exposed body.
It didn't register at first, I was in a world of bliss.
"GET OUT SASUKE!" She roared. A wave of confusion slapped me across the face. Where the fuck did that come from?
But I didn't argue, I needed to leave. So I grabbed what was left of my shirt, pulled on my pants and without a second look at the wench lying on the bed, I dropped out of her second story window.
Author's note:
Hola everyone! I hope you liked the first chapter, you kind of got an idea of Sakura's new attitude. But just you wait, she gets better. And as for Sasuke… yikes. Let me know what you think! Please R&R!