Title: Proximity

Rating: M

Summary: High school sweethearts bunking classes to make love.

A/N: this one's pretty much unplanned and I just somehow wrote it. I'm working on my smut writing these days so I guess a lot of stories like this one are coming your way, I hope y'all enjoy it. Leave me reviews, please!

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Her fingers traced him down there, lightly and slowly. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. Stroking as gently as she could, she moved her fingers up and down, teasingly. His impatient face was more than adorable. She placed her palm against him, a bit harder than before, brushing against him with a little force. It was enough to send a shiver down his spine. His stomach was burning and he couldn't think straight, she was rendering him into a mess. That's just the kind of effect she had on him.

Her motions became a bit harsher, forcing her palm against his clothed hardness, she started rubbing her thumb against his side. His hand in her sweaty pink locks, he pulled on her hair a bit too tightly. His eyes rolling to the back of his head due to frustration. She needed to stop doing that and get down to business. But she had different intentions, she was not letting him get what he desired that easily.

The movement of her palm against him became a lot more torturous, and when a moan escaped his lips, she couldn't help but smirk out of satisfaction. She removed her hand from him, making him feel disappointed at the sudden loss of her heat around him, only to put her hands against his lower abdomen and pulling down his boxer. Setting his painfully throbbing erection free.

She kissed his lips passionately and placed her fingers carefully around him, rubbing her thumb against his skin, sending waves of pleasure down his spine. Her lips pressing against his, he could hardly breathe but kissed her back with the same fervor. Pulling her hair a little too hard, only to make her let out a cry.

He broke their contact to utter an apology, his eyes showing concern but also excitement and neediness. She smiled before claiming his lips again, telling him she was alright, her fingers moving a lot faster now. Her thumb making lazy patterns against his tip, her palms slowing engulfing him, keeping up with those gentle, slow motions again.

He could feel a burning sensation in his belly due to the touch, as if he was on fire. Breathless, he tried to catch his breath at every stroke she made. Her clasp around him became far from gentle and her thumbs brushed against him forcefully, careful enough to not hurt him. Making sluggish patterns all over his erection. His head buried in the crook of her neck, hands grasping her hair tightly. His uneven breathing against her chest, the smell of his sweat filling her nostrils.

But she could feel her fingers growing a little rough, it wasn't helping. She pulled away from him, getting off the bench they were sitting on. Cold air hit him, frustrating him to no ends. "Sasuke-kun, wait for a moment!" Her raspy voice said as she searched for her bag in the corner of the basketball locker room— the place they'd always sneak into whenever they'd need to feel each other. She searched inside it, and smiled victoriously when she found out that small container she was looking for. She uncovered it, pouring down the body lotion into her palm. She came back to him hurriedly, an impatient expression on her face. She was just as agitated as he was.

She kissed his lips again, his aggressive expression disappearing as she placed her wet hands on him again. Massaging him lightly at first, her pace becoming rougher. A harsh stroke against him sent his head back in the air, his eyes closed shut, his body burning, limbs numb. "Fuck." he cursed under his breath, his breathing uneven, his voice shaking. "Fuck, Sakura. This is so good." His voice too low, panting.

Her moist hands around him, caressing him as carefully as she could, her nimble fingers moving as gently as they could. From the corner of her eyes, she could see him against her shoulder, his mouth parted, huffing, his hot breath hitting her sweaty, damp skin. His eyes closed shut and his face blushing red, flushed. His fingers tangled up in the locks of her messy hair, his moans echoing her thoughts. He was gorgeous.

She kneaded against him, feeling his blood throbbing against her palms. It was painful for him, he was desperately awaiting his release. She quickened her pace, making forceful movements against him, whispering little somethings into his ear. He cursed under his breath at every stroke she made, gripping her hair tightly. It wasn't long until she felt his chemicals spilled out in her hands, hot and sticky. He drew her closer. "Sorry about that." He whispered into her ear, in that intoxicating voice of his.

She removed her hands from him after a while, he pulled away, helping her to clean the mess he'd made. Reaching out for the pockets of his discarded pants, to take out a few hankies. He cleaned up her hands first, and then the bench they were making love on, a smile on his face.

"you should smile more often." She commented, her eyes fixated at him, her lips forming a genuine smile.

He blushed at first, turning his head around so she wouldn't notice. "you should treat me like this more often." He replied, playfully. A smirk crossing his lips. She lightly hit his shoulder in return, flustered at first and then chuckling, making him laugh too.

She then embraced him from behind, pecking his neck then kissing his shoulder blade. "You can be really adorable at times, you know?" he blushed again, at her outspoken statement, and this time he had nowhere to hide. "shut up." He muttered under his breath, clearly embarrassed. She laughed at his reaction, only for him to shut her up by smacking his lips against her, his hands in her hair, keeping her in place. His lips passionately moving against hers, his tongue periodically hitting her lips. They broke free, she tried hard to catch her breath. Her eyes narrowed at him, out of annoyance. He chuckled at her, "this is how you stay quiet, huh?" he said jokingly, only to be taken off guard when she forcefully kissed him again, making the both of them fall off the bench, with her on top of him, her lips never leaving his. And that was by far, the best revenge.

A/N: I'll be adding more one-shots to it.