Oh Sweet Nuthin'
This one came out of nowhere.
Description: The Uchiha were always doomed to make the wrong decisions.
He couldn't pinpoint when it happened, or how, or why the fuck it had to happen to him, and why the fuck it had to be her. He couldn't remember what she did that made his heart pump a little faster, or his sweat run despite the fact that he wasn't even remotely warm, or his feet fidget beneath him with a nerve that he'd never experienced before in his life. Maybe it was how she'd bite her bottom lip when she wasn't talking. Or how her lips moved in all directions when she was? It could just be her lips alone. He was so obsessed with those damn lips. But he could never let her catch him staring, and of the many tortures he endured in her presence, that was one of the hardest.
She had to know. There was no way she didn't. He's not a vocal man. He doesn't speak to her like he does Naruto. He doesn't tell her what he feels. But she must know. She has to know. The way he looks at her says it all, he's sure. Deep down he wants her to know.
Everytime he comes she asks the same questions. How was Boruto today? Did Boruto give you a hard time? How's Sarada doing? When will they leave for their next mission? Would you like something to eat?
He nods mostly. She smiles. He stares. She doesn't notice. At least, she pretends not to.
She's so beautiful and he can't let himself stoop to this level but he does. She moves around the kitchen, her back to him while she makes him a snack and he pictures her beneath him, naked, moaning and panting and holding onto his back for dear life. He imagines her legs wrapped around his waist and her breasts bouncing back and forth while he takes her. She never calls him by his first name. It's always Uchiha-san. But right at that moment she's screaming Sasuke-kun, over and over and over again. He'd give anything to hear her say his name.
Her hand drops a small plate of onigiri just in front of him and he doesn't meet her gaze when he thanks her because she would see the hunger he has for her and he could never come back again.
Naruto would arrive soon. He's been over enough to know exactly when the first knocks will sound at the front door. And he still comes early everytime. No one questions it, they just write it off as Sasuke being Sasuke. He was Boruto's master after all. It was normal for him to be there.
He should feel guilty, and in a sense he does, but not because he has these feelings. Hinata speaks of Sakura often when he's over and he only half listens. He's always distracted when it comes to his wife. The mother of his child. He knows he should be filled with shame. That he would so openly lust after the wife of his best friend. That he would so eagerly give her anything and everything if she wanted. But the only feeling he has is acknowledgment of what should be there. Because he felt nothing. That's probably the worst part.
The phone rings and she answers. It's Naruto. He can't catch what the Hokage is saying on the other line but what he can understand is that he has no idea that while he's talking with his wife she is here, in his home, with a man who wants to fuck her more than anything else.
Naruto says something that makes her giggle. She looks over her shoulder to him, noticing his onigiri is finished and mouths if he wants more. He shakes his head no and she turns her back to him again.
There's something about that woman. He can't ever tell what the fuck it is.
She's kind. She's motherly. She's sexy. But she's not the only woman he knows who is like that.
He doesn't know what the fuck is wrong with him. She fucks him up with something as trivial as a smile. Or a turn of the head. Or simply a wave in her hair.
He can't help himself. So he gets on his feet and makes his way to her. He doesn't think about it because then he'd lose his nerve. She's standing in front of the sink and before she realizes it, he's right behind her.
His groin is touching her ass, his arms move around her to drop his plate and cup into the sink and he presses himself to her, hard.
His nose is in her hair and he releases a hot breath onto her neck and feels her shiver against him. She sighs first and gasps later. Naruto's voice dissapears and so does hers. They're grinding against one another. He's groaning and she begins to pant. There's a click and the phone drops.
He can feel himself harden against her as they rock back and forth and he wraps a strong arm around her collar and holds her in her place, thrusting his pelvis onto her backside and welcoming her receptive motions.
His hand moves to her shirt. She grabs onto the sink and moans as he undoes the buttons and moves her bra up her chest to reveal her bare breasts.
They're just as rosy and porcelain as he imagined. He grabs them both and squeezes them hard, twisting and pulling at her nipples relentlessy as he increases his thrusting to an almost violent pace.
He's gonna cum. And with the way she's screaming, so is she.
He wonders as he rubs himself against her if Naruto ever made her feel this good without fucking her. He wonders what fucking her must be like. Or what it must be like to be fucked by her.
"Sasuke-kun..." her arm reaches behind her to rub his face and it sends him over the edge. He cums hard, releasing himself in waves. His body jerks against hers until they both go limp.
The house is silent except for the sound of their breathing. Their tired, heavy, gasps. He can feel the mess he's made but he doesn't care right now.
His head is resting on the crook of her neck and he feels her sweaty cheek against his temple. They are like this for a while. Unmoving because maybe neither of them dared.
He takes a chance.
His fingers brush against her chin before grasping it gently and moving her face so she can see him. Really see him. Because he's not a vocal man.
There's a void in her face, a numbness she hadn't shown before. Her eyes are empty, like she's not really looking at him.
He is filled with love for her and she feels nothing.
He leans forward and brushes his lips against hers and she turns away from him faster than he could register. Her shoulders move roughly and he feels her shove him off her before dissapearing into the corridor.
For a moment he just stands there by himself, knowing this is the last time he'll ever step foot in this house. He didn't have to wait to know she wasn't coming back.
So he straightens up the room before letting himself out.
I might write a second chapter for this but I'm not really sure yet. Also may I add that I don't condone cheating but this is a fanficiton and shit happens.