i try to tell myself that i'm lamenting the lost potential that could have arisen from meaningful interactions between sasuke and hinata had kishi written anything for them, but in all honesty, 65% of that meaningful just means that i wanted for it to be canonically implied that they had sex. because let's be real here: these two derps, had they gotten together, would likely have been one of the most sensual pairs of ninja the village of konoha had ever seen.

which is why i'm here to make it happen. ;)

imagine them being, hmm, college juniors, living together in a condo because condos ar e. hinata is a kinesiology major, and sasuke is a history/law double major. (for now; it might be subject to change.)

of all the things that could possibly give him a hard-on, it fucking has to be this.

sasuke steadies himself against the bed frame, fingers curling desperately into the mattress as he tries to center his gaze on something less soft and wet. the flushed flats of hinata's shoulders can be seen above the brim of her towel as she walks back and forth across their room. they're pink all over and dripping with shower water, and just the sight of her soaked-skin bones dipping into her neckline is enough to send him reeling. his eyes blow wide and he thinks about it, really pictures it: what the curl of her towel might be keeping from him. sure, he's made out with her a few times, left some memorable hickies along the nape of her neck. never anything past that, though, for her still developing sense of self esteem.

and besides, hinata hyuuga is a woman who makes her own decisions. she agreed—amazingly, unbelievably—to move in with him into this condo as a symbol of commitment to their relationship, now one year and running. logic has it that she will agree to more intimate forms of expression soon, too. 'soon' hopefully meaning sometime within the next hour because god, he's getting tired of most mornings entailing a lonely jacking off session.

hinata walks nimbly out of the bathroom for the fourth time in the past three minutes, hand lazily holding the towel that is about to come undone around her. she takes a fistful of it and yanks up while mumbling to herself, completely unaware that her gesture has just offered sasuke the perfect view of her hot, steamy legs. he swallows hard and bores his eyes into the ground as if about to will it to burst into flames, but then she walks past him again, her freckled, fuchsia legs sweeping tantalizingly across his gaze. an involuntary groan escapes his mouth, mired none too well in a curse. hinata stops, looks back at him.

though in his mind he's trying to deny it, the physical position that sasuke has adapted as a result of his girlfriend's inherent sexiness is one that when viewed from any perspective looks positively atrocious. his knees are bent inward at an extreme angle, his hands are pulling at his already quite short hair, and his head is ducked dangerously deep into his legs. the overall scene is worrisome to hinata, if anything.

"sasuke," she murmurs quietly, walking over and squatting in front of him. hinata tickles his nose with her own before dipping her tongue into his mouth for a quick kiss; sasuke feels the blood rush to his head when he looks down and sees nothing but her boobs. he lets out a strangled sort of noise, hiccuping against hinata's mouth and causing her to draw back in surprise. the only thing that could possibly worsen this situation, he reasons silently to himself, is her following his gaze downward, and only to notice the clear and lengthy diagonal of his hardened cock under his jeans.

of course, she does just that.

it's a small gasp that flits from her mouth when her eyes latch onto the hidden, horny spectacle. hinata lets the image take hold in her mind over the span of a few seconds, then dares to sport a small smile as her finger ventures close to sasuke's fly. "you know," she whispers serenely, ghosting a touch across the denim, "i'm really not that pretty."

another groan, louder and longer than the first, flies from his lips. "my dick begs to differ," he manages to grind out, and she laughs, a tinkling, taunting bell of a sound. sasuke can't believe he's actually going to have to jack off after this; she's so close and so there and it would be a lie to say that he hasn't imagined what it might feel like to have her hands hold and pump and brush his rock-hard flesh. in fact, he's so lost in the picture now that he lets loose a moan without even knowing it and hangs his head back, nearly unable to breathe simply due to the sheer force of fantasy.

hinata, whose lips are twisted in pensive thought, dares to inch her fingers a little closer to the zipper of his jeans. she flicks the metal object, hums in tune to the 'ping' that it makes. it takes any and all self control that sasuke has left not to whine like some lewd porn star, and he pinches his eyes shut, clamps the mattress so hard he thinks it might burst.

a tap, then a pull, then a sound; two fingers dipping in as his cock immediately reacts and begins to push, out, out, out. something resembling a choke catches in sasuke's throat as his eyes fly open and hinata fits her entire hand down his fly. she repositions herself, moves from a temporary squat into a permanent criss-cross applesauce before letting down the zipper even further, as well as a fraction of his jeans. his cock pops out but only to another disappointment, as nothing but cold, empty air surrounds its hard, blood-touched skin. hinata looks up, an unforeseen lust powdering red onto her cheeks. "let me help," she breathes, and the beam on her face then is wide.

her right hand is first; she flitters her fingers across his tip and dances them all the way up, circling around and around before deciding on a grip. sasuke breathes in shakily, then directs his hands to either of her shoulders and squeezes. the warmth of her hand on him is something short of divine, and when she hesitantly starts to pump him it transcends even that. he lets his mouth hang open as gasp after gasp spills from it unbridled, touched every now and then with the sweet sound of a moan. the only thing better than this could be—

—oh fuck.

he's never heard from other guys about balls being paid much attention, but hinata is apparently under the impression that they deserve as much of her fingers' work as does his cock. she takes one and bounces it lightly in her hand, then does the same with the other, all while matching the squeezes of her right hand to the pulsing throb of him. the sensation is not necessarily a downright hot one; more ticklish, rather. it sends orgasmic tickles all up and down his spine, makes him feel as if he's been made into a live wire. the urge to enhance the faint vibration has his left hand moving shakily from its place on her shoulder to where her left hand rests, and with one look of recognition from hinata, they begin to caress in tandem.

the longest it's ever taken him to jack off is a mere six minutes, but this unadulterated and adoring attention that hinata is paying sasuke has him cumming after eleven. he squawks out something between a groan and a wail when it's over, then falls back onto the bed and attempts to regain his breath. hinata giggles and wipes up the cum from his head on her fingers before heading over to the bathroom and washing it off. sasuke watches in disdain as she does so, commenting sourly, "you know, i really don't taste that bad."

she returns a few minutes later, decked out in a flouncy blouse and tight skirt instead of a towel. his cock is still hanging plainly out in sight of the whole room, and hinata looks at it with a sneaky smile. "i said i'd help you," she sing-songs, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to his lips, "not service you, sasuke. maybe some other time."

he's about to let loose another loud complaint when the words finally make it through to his brain.

maybe some other time.

other time.

other.

time.

"wait, are you—" he jumps up, scrambles after her out of the room with his cock still dangling from him like a fucking wiener. hinata twirls around to face him with a tantalizing grin, a fraction of a gasp escaping her when the tip of him brushes against her skirt. a million different scenarios start to run through sasuke's head, which seems about to implode for lack of an answer from her.

hinata laughs and blushes, then looks down to take in the sight of him again. "i'll do it," she says resolutely, turning back to match his awestruck stare, "when i'm ready."

the words echo indefinitely in his mind, and they bloom. he's just been dished the best hand job of his life, and although it's true that he's absolutely dying for something more, the fact that she can say to him that she will take him into her hummingbird mouth some not far-off day—well, it fills him up to the brim as well as any other orgasm would. sasuke actually smiles, a silly, boyhood smile. "i love you," he rasps, and he steals one last(ing) kiss off her, locking her tongue with his own and bumping his teeth against her lips.

it's by far the greatest thing he's ever been able to share with her, this acrobatics act with their hands and mouths. he's got no doubts that what's to come in the future may in fact be even greater, but that doesn't damper in the slightest on the incandescent feeling of now. hinata twists her tongue with his once, twice, thrice, before pulling back and leaving with a love-touched smile to go about her day. sasuke sees her off, then goes about getting his own agenda into motion, although more for the chance of making it to the end of the day, to a night alone with her.

(she's already waiting for him by the time he comes home, but then again—

—so is his cock.)

so. . . this is literally it. porn without plot, all the way, because these two deserve the DIRTY. (don't deny it, you know they be horny baes.)

read and review, please! prompts are always welcome!