Hello everyone, this is the last and final update to cute one-shots, but this one is so so not cute. This one contains delicious fun sexytime.
Contains smut.
Bolding that for anyone not reding authors notes. Sorry I didn't update this on the day it was supposed to be updated, it takes a lot of energy to write a 4k-6k one shot every night, so yeah. This was heavily inspired by The Weeknd, I don't know of you guys know, but I really like them. This was really hard for me to write, I'm really good at writing smut, but it is straight porn and I have difficulties with it. Anyways, this is written from my new iPad, and updated from it as well, so sorry if there's any mistakes, you know how it is. Here is it children, the long awaited ending to these, I really hope you all like this chapter.
Thank you, for all the follows and reviews I got on this, it really made me happy! c:
Day 7: Birthday
On that lonely night
We said it wouldn't be love
But we felt the rush
It made us believe it was only us
Convinced we were broken inside.
Cause girl you're perfect
You're always worth it
And you deserve it
The way you work it
Cause girl you earned it
Girl you earned it
The Weeknd: Earned It
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The girl slammed her glass on the bar, her pretty red lips drawn into a frown, and pale eyes were sad.
Her dress looked fantastic on her curvy luxurious body, black fabric clinging to her hips and bust, long hair curled and pinned back. The bartender had a sad look on his face as he was watched one drink turn to four and then five, she kept drinking and she was alone. When he has asked her for her ID. She barely looked legal, and he realised she was. It was sad, to be at a bar alone on your 21st birthday, it looked as if she had plans, but everyone backed out.
He wasn't that far off.
She couldn't really blame her friends, it was the Christmas holiday and most were back at home, visiting parents, but she had a bad relationship with her father, so she didn't have anything to go back to. Her cousin, bless his soul, was working hard in Europe trying to secure a business deal for her father, and had to miss her birthday, and her little sister was barely sixteen, and couldn't drink with her.
So there Hinata Hyuuga sat, the night of her 21st birthday, alone in a run down bar across town, wondering what the hell she was doing with her life.
The bar she had known about for a long time, she knew the owners family, went to school with their son, and had been friends with him since the fourth grade. He too, was with his family on vacation at a remote cabin up in the northern territories, probably snowed-in since he had messaged her about an upcoming storm a few days ago that was likely to cut off the internet. He wished her an early Christmas and birthday, and he was planning to be out of the snow by New Years, but he if wasn't, wished her a happy New Years as well. Kiba has always been so kind to her, maybe that was why she was such good friends with him, he was loud and brash, and crazy as well, and she liked that about him.
Hinata hummed softly to herself, looking down at her attractive and fitting black dress, hair escaping over her shoulders, makeup done and legs waxed. She had planned on going out with a few of her friends tonight, from work, but they all bailed in favour of going to their bosses pre-New Years party. Hinata didn't understand what was so great about the Uchiha parties, he was never there. He came, offered a toast to the crowd, and then seemed to disappear into thin air. Most girls flocked about him, but Hinata thought his blonde partner was rather attractive, but he never had eyes for anyone but his pink haired secretary. She thought it strange, working at a publishing company, and having pink hair. It was a pretty shade of pink too, not like electric or highlighter pink, but rather a soft pale rose colour. Hinata was in no shape to talk, since her hair took an ink midnight hour colour under bright lights, but she couldn't help it, she had dyed her hair blue in high school, and since her hair was nearly touching her hips, it was a lot of blue left. Sakura and Hinata had been friends for a very long time, as long as Hinata had been friends with Ino as well, but both girls, alas, were attracted to the Uchiha man and went to his party. She knew it wasn't likely, but maybe his parties were always on her birthday because he wanted to mess with her.
Hinata was no fool, she knew the reason her friends had left her was because they were hoping to catch a fleeting glance at the attractive Uchiha, the younger brother out of two, and the older brother wasn't so bad either, soft on the eyes. He had long traditional hair, like most of the men in Hinata's family, cousin included.
What would her father think in those moments, seeing his eldest daughter drowning her miseries in several glasses of scotch, a sad smile, and quite a few round ice cubes. French manicured nails reached out to run the tip of her finger around the rim of her empty glass, good thing her apartment wasn't too far, and she had pepper spray as well. Hinata wasn't a girl to go out often, but she had spent too many hours getting ready to not go out, and she was absolutely not going to Sasuke Uchiha's party.
Her head rested in her open palm, the bar around her empty, and the bartender sighed, she knew him, a friend of Kiba's, Kankuro. "Come on doll, tell me what's wrong."
He was wiping the bar in front of him, and Hinata hummed, looking at him. So without thinking at all, she blurted out the first thing to come to her mind. "Do I look pretty tonight?"
He blinked, turning as the man who just walked in took a seat down the bar, shoulders wrapped in an expensive coat to keep the cold air and snow out. Kankuro hummed, looking the girl over with a pensive look on his face. "You're Kiba's gal, ain't you? Hinata, Hyuuga if I'm not mistaken." She hummed again, finishing off her glass, and shyly pushing the glass towards him, silently asking for another. "Well, Ms. Hyuuga, on behalf of the Three Headed Wolf bar, you look absolutely stunning this evening."
She grinned, a soft blush on her cheeks as he refilled her glass, and she thought he was kind. "Thank you Mr. Sabaku, I know your younger brother, Gaara, I work with him."
He hummed, seeming to think, stuffing the towel in his back pocket. "That rich boy Uchiha's party is tonight, ain't it?" She nodded, the small smile falling, and he seemed to sympathise with her. "Well, why aren't you there then, all dolled up and decided not to go?"
She sighed, sipping the glass with grace, grimacing as she pushed her bangs back, and she flexed her ankles in the high heels she wore. They were new, cute too, she had bought them for tonight. "No, in fact, I'd rather be anywhere but the Uchiha party tonight. All of my friends ditched me to go see the god-like man as is, I don't want to be there." Her voice was bitter, cheeks alight with a hot bush, and she was not done. "I'd much rather be here, but I didn't want to be at home, I spent three hours getting ready, just to get a call that Ino and Sakura were going to go to the mans party."
Kankuro hummed, holding up a finger as he helped the other customer, a glass of scotch, and he kept his eyes forward, not looking at the girl. Kankuro knew this man too, he came by often, a glass of something strong after a long day at the office. Kiba's bar would probably do much better in business if they had more publicity, but Kiba liked the hole in wall feel, he said it brought comfort, and he was right because Hinata liked this place. She used to sit in the back booth with Kiba in middle school, and used to do their homework in the bar when his mother said it was okay, Tsume was great.
Kankruo came back, getting another glass, and pouring himself a drink. "Yeah, how's Naruto doing? He works for the Uchiha no?"
Hinata shrugged, her face red and she looked off to the side, at all the glasses, and her head was foggy and she felt great, relaxed above all else. "He's fine I guess, he doesn't really look anywhere else but Ms. Haruno's chest, but she only has eyes for the Uchiha duo."
"And what about you? Why are you alone? It's your big 21st birthday, you shouldn't be alone."
She laughed, the sound genuine and slightly loud, she was losing her composure and wits. "I'm not alone, I am with you and that very nice gentleman who doesn't mind if a slightly intoxicated lady talks loudly about work and the miseries of her friends." She raised her glass to him, but when he turned to her, her grip on the glass fumbled, and she caught it before she could drop it on the floor. She stood quickly, a bit too quick, and her head was foggy, and she stumbled back in her heels. "Mr. Uchiha, I—I—…"
Kankuro stilled, so his name was Uchiha? This was probably, well, Hinata's boss then. Which meant she was in trouble, maybe. "You, you are simply enjoying yourself on a night dedicated to you." He stood from his chair, shedding of his trench coat, exposing a very attractive black tux, and he put his hand gently on her shoulder, leading her back to the bar. "And another round please, I think she doesn't need to be alone tonight, don't you?"
"Oi, if you think think I'm going to stand back and watch you take advantage of a very drunk girl, you are sorely mistaken."
The man looked offended, and slightly disgusted, and Hinata couldn't help but laugh. "However attractive Mr. Uchiha may be, I think Naruto is cuter." She slapped her hand over her mouth, the words came out without her permission, and the man scoffed.
"Useless blonde dobe. Have you any idea how horrible he was in high school? He has been watching Sakura for years, since middle school. She likes him too, he's just oblivious."
She was wide-eyed as she sat down, Sasuke handing her a glass that Kankuro just refilled, and he smiled at her, heat rushing to her face. "I—I am so sorry, I probably shouldn't drink anymore."
Sasuke bought the bottle, a new one and smiled as he cracked the cap off, and poured a very healthy amount into each of their glasses. He had a thoughtful look on his face as he looked at the glass, Hinata mortified that she was caught trash-talking her boss and confessing hidden love for his partner. "What is a friendly drink between coworkers? How long have you been here anyways? At least awhile."
She laughed then, maybe this wasn't so bad. He was actually pretty nice, she had seen the way he glared and stared down anyone in his way, but she was one of the best editors and managers in the company, and she saw the way he was around his brother on the rare occasions that brought her to his door. He never gave her trouble like he did with Ino and Sakura, he respected her, or at least, it seemed like it. So with a bright smile and a foggy mind, she reached out and grabbed the glass he had poured for her. "A few drinks can't hurt."
"It's your birthday, you should not be alone."
See, he was a kind man.
—
Hinata laughed loudly, her arm looped in Sasuke's own while her feet wobbled under her. The had spent countless hours at the bar, the clock was wasting away and they had not a care in the world. They had finished the bottle Sasuke had bought, as well as three more, and they were both completely drunk, Sasuke admitting more than his fair share of secrets to the girl with pretty inky hair and pale purple eyes, she was always so gorgeous, that was why he was nice to her. He knew she had eyes for Naruto, but he had admitted that the reason he hated his own parties was because of the woman, who Naruto would make a move on that night. Hinata shrugged it off, Sakura was a good girl, she had said she was kind and caring, and Hinata herself was willing to give up on blonde if it meant Sakura's own happiness. Sasuke said he admired her loyalty to her friends.
As of the moment, he was attempting to return her to her apartment, but they were both stupid in their drunk blunder, Sasuke's arm wrapped around Hinata's waist as she dug through her clutch for her keys, Sasuke smiling brightly as she slipped the key into the lock. He wanted to walk her to her door, she should get a promotion, she was good at her job and she was nice, really kind and soft on the eyes. She was gorgeous, and Sasuke was marveled by her kindness, the nicest person he had ever met. She didn't use anybody or lie to them, she told them as softly as she could the truth and she took the world at face value. She had told him, that by following her dream to become a writer, her father had cut off all ties to her, she was first born and she didn't want to take over the company, she was a disgrace he had called her. How could such a kind and caring girl be a disgrace? She was perfection incarnate. The way she carried herself with small confidence, a soft blush on her face and a small upturn of lips, he had always been fascinated by Hinata Hyuuga, and maybe that's why Sasuke Uchiha stayed away from her, he was curious, and curiosity killed the cat.
Satisfaction brought it back.
The way she ran her hands along the wall, not to stop from falling, but to feel them, the texture and sounds, the click click of her heels on the floor, and Sasuke liked her. Sasuke Uchiha was not a man who liked many things, but he felt connected to her, maybe it was the fact that by doing what he wished, escaping her father, she found him. That's all Sasuke wanted to be, good enough for his father, and she felt the same way. But she let it go to follow her heart, and he really liked that, it took a lot of courage and bravery, and she was a strong little beastie. The kind that were kind as soft, but when backed into a corner or threatened, would aim for the throat and attack.
She smiled kindly when she found her apartment door, and he grabbed her hand kindly in his own, a soft smile on his face. "Thank you, for not letting me be alone. You are much better company that I previously thought." The fog in their heads were starting to clear, and they were mostly, well, aware of their actions. He had been nothing but a gentleman all night, and Hinata bit her lips, her heart hammering in her chest. The problem, was not she didn't want to be alone and it was him she craved, in quite every essence of the phrase, and that was strange for Hinata. But he was being so kind to her, the way he held her hand and smiled, and he leaned in to press his lips against her own, and her body sighed. There was no advance, he didn't want to scare her away, but he pulled back kindly, a soft smile on his face.
But as her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him back to her, he caved in. His hands found her hips, and the door was against her back, her hands buried in the mess of black hair, onyx eyes closed. She gasped as he lifted her up, slamming her back into the door once more, and the keys were in her hand. Heir mouths moved against the other, one with expertise and the other with sloppy inexperience. Hinata was no virgin, she had had plenty of boyfriends, but they never made out like this, and oh god it felt so good to have someone kiss the day lights out of her.
Her hand reached out to the door, turning the knob and opening it, Sasuke catching her weight as they disappeared inside. He set her down long enough for her to take off her shoes, Sasuke kicking the door chat and sending Cinnabon, Hinata's white cat, scurrying to the bathroom. Hinata barely got her jacket off before Sasuke picked her up again, slamming her back into the wall, and her legs locked tight around his waist, and his hands were tracing up her arms, putting them above her head and interlacing their fingers. His mouth did sinful things to her neck, making Hinata shake in need and want, feeling his hardened erection against her thigh sent her closer to arousal than she wanted to believe. God he was far too good at this, even if it was just for a night, she needed to escape everything.
They stumbled their way through the dark apartment, one of Hinata's hands buried in Sasuke hair, the other fumbling with his bow tie, and his hands were exploring the fabric of her dress, before it was ripped off rather rudely, he whispered apologises, he would pay to fix it. His shirt and pants flew across the room, both of them too hot, there were too many clothes between the two of them, they needed skin on skin. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom, somewhere along the wall between the kitchen and the balcony, and Sasuke's hands were rough and yet gentle on her skin as they took off lacy undergarments, cold hands tracing up her belly to grasp the underside of her breast. Her back was against cold glass, and her face was red because they shouldn't be doing this, let alone against the glass that overlooked the lights of the city. She moaned, unable to control herself, she hadn't noticed his proximity as he buried his face between her legs, as if he were a starving man and she was a feast. She let out chocked gasps for air, his fingers finding her nipple, and tweaking it harshly. Her head rolled back then, colliding against the glass, and he moved her leg over his shoulder, his hand leaving her breast to pull her closer to his face. Messy curls stuck to her face, and she rocked her hips, unable to control herself, because Sasuke was far too good with his tongue, skillful and careful, and she was moaning like she was a virgin all over again.
He had her pinned against the glass, humming as he took her clit into his mouth, looking up at her through lust filled onyx eyes, and she was whispering under her breath, oh god, oh god, oh my god. Her hand found his hair as she let out a choked cry, orgasm coming hard and fast, and it hurt her it so intense, her knees shook and threatened to give out. He let her ride out her climax, face between her legs, and he chuckled, licking his lips as he looked up at the dazed girl, he wasn't done yet, of course not. "You taste much sweeter than I would have imagined."
And he traced up her naked body with kisses, Hinata panting, because she still wasn't satisfied. If she was going to have sex with her boss, she would do as she damned pleased, not some intense of foreplay with just her own orgasm. She crashed their mouths together, letting her own sweet taste flood her mouth, and she moaned again. He didn't know where he was in the dark and foreign house, but she knew the place like the back of her hand. His back pressed into the table, and she kissed him messily, hands trailing down his body.
Somewhere between having his head between her legs, giving her intense pleasure, and their bodies against the wall, he had shred of his boxers, and she was grateful. Hinata took a moment, to look at the chiseled body so many girls would die for, what did she do to deserve to run her fingers over rock hard abs, and grasp his length in her hand? He groaned as she did, and felling a bit adventurous and sinful on her 21st birthday, she gave it a rather hard squeeze.
Sasuke groaned, cursing under his breath, and Hinata was quick to get on her knees, she had only given one other blow job in her life, but he deserved to be repaid for her orgasm. She teased him at first, swirling her tongue over the head like some schoolgirl whore, and staring up at him. His cheeks were red and flushed, and he was cursing quietly, as if her ears were too innocent for it. She surprised herself, with her ability to please a man when she had absolute no idea what the hell she was doing. Good thing she had barely any gag reflex, she took his whole length into her mouth, Sasuke's body quivering violently as the head of his dick reached well past Hinata's tonsils. "Fuck!" One of her hands kept his hip against the table, to stop from roughly jerking his hips and choking her, the other ran her nails down the back of his thighs. She was surprising herself this night, she was more confident than usual, and she was being adventurous, and lust filled above all. She was rarely ever this intimate with anyone, let alone Sasuke Uchiha, but then again, it wasn't so bad. He was a good size, above average in length and girth, and she was pleased with this realisation.
She hollowed out her cheeks before swirling the tip with her tongue, panting heavily as she braved herself and deep throated him once more. He was telling her how good she was, sucking him off, and he wondered how the hell she was so good at this. She looked up to him then, lilac eyes full of lust, knowing she was the one to give him pleasure pleased her, the little beastie she was. But then Hinata was panting, Sasuke seeing stars as he reached orgasm, free hand digging painfully into the wooden table behind him, pouring his seed into Hinata's mouth.
He should have warned her, because she choked and fell back onto her butt, breasts bouncing with the action, and she covered her mouth, a bit of his cum dripping down her chin, and as attractive the sight, he was more worried about her choking. "Shit, are you okay?" She nodded, swallowing hard and he bent down beside her, cursing under his breath.
He had not been with anyone in at least a year, since things started getting stressful with work, it seemed he had just scared her away as well. "That, was not so bad." She said between coughs, smiling up at him, and he blinked at her.
"Don't tell me that is the first time you've given oral sex." He seemed flabbergasted, but her blush was red and she smiled, a genuine smile as she wiped her face.
She licked her fingers, as if curious to the taste, and Sasuke groaned. Even so close from the end of his previous orgasm, he was semi-hard already. "First time I received, second time I've given. You just, startled me is all."
He laughed, daring to roll his eyes in her presence, it was a childish thing to do, something so unlike Sasuke Uchiha, she thought it was cute. But if you couldn't laugh with your partner, then something was wrong.
Their lips met again, soft and slow, hands wandering and Sasuke really liked her hips, they were wide and gave him something to hold onto. Hinata liked his back muscles, the way they felt when he picked her up ever so gently and placed her on the wall, the way they flexed when he slipped into her with ease, and she moaned into his mouth. His thrusts were slow, sensual, and he was doing his best to please her as well, one hand gripping his back, where she was pretty sure angry red marks were starting to form, the other buried in his hair. His tongue was lapping at the skin of her neck, littering it with hickeys, and her toes curled. He had her at an angle, legs wrapped around his hips, her soft moans and his grunts filling the usually quiet apartment.
She was lost in the pleasure, the ecstasy of his rhythmic movements. The way he whispered things against her skin, how beautiful she was, how pretty she looked with her face one of pleasure, eyes closed and jaw open. How he would make her cum over and over again all night long until she couldn't stand anymore, and she was whispering that she wanted those things. Sasuke Uchiha was a very possessive man, she knew this first hand, and as of the moment, he was claiming her as well.
Orgasm hit them at the same time, her back arching from the wall and into his hands, the painful bite of the shoulder, his slow thrusts as he spilt into her, and their lips met again, both of them riding out the high that came with their pleasure. It was bliss for the two of them. Sasuke hadn't had a lover in a very long time, and Hinata only had very confused boys who didn't know what they were doing. It felt good, being with someone experienced, even if she wasn't.
Their bodies were covered in sweat, promises for love just for tonight, but Sasuke knew he wasn't going to leave in the morning. He wasn't going to leave because she was too perfect, and not just her body or sexual actions, the way she chewed her pen when proofreading, the way she doodled on paper during meetings, and did her best to make sure everyone was pleased. She was always kind, and even if he said just for tonight, he knew he would still be there by the time morning came, because his heart was telling him. He had always had a soft spot for her, she was the only one of his employees who didn't flock at him, and yet, she was the one who caught him in the end.
Sasuke Uchiha was hooked to Hinata Hyuuga, and for once in his life, he didn't want her to loosen her hold.
She was too pretty to him.
—
Hinata felt better than she had in months the following morning. She sat up in her bed, internal alarm screaming at her, and to her utter surprise, the headache was minimal. She was naked, body covered in hickeys and her hair was a knotted mess. Her face was flush red as she noticed with a soft smile, Sasuke was still there. He was still sleeping, probably exhausted after the intense night they had. When they had laid side by side, before they both fell asleep tangled in each other's arms, when he had admitted that he hadn't been with anyone in a very long time, and didn't like the way girls flocked over him. He had told her, that because of her avoidance to him, it made all of his attention on her and her alone. Because she was different than most, she knew she was beautiful and owned it, and she was the most gorgeous girl Sasuke had ever seen. She believed that was what he always said to girls, but in those moments, she realised how true it must have been. He made her feel pretty.
It took a lot for Sasuke to trust people, he didn't trust anyone after all, and for him to put down his defenses for a night of pure pleasure, to be comfortable enough to sleep soundly at her side, even as the sun rose higher into the sky, it meant a lot for Hinata.
She gently shifted out of the bed, making sure to cover him because the draft from her window was intense, and she looked around for clothes, realising that all of their clothes were scattered about her apartment. In the morning light, Hinata could see the remains from the night before. The body impression on the balcony door for example, or the overturned and broken candles from the living room table, overturned chairs from the dinner table, spices and cups, appliances pushed to the side on the kitchen counter. They had done much more than she could even recall, and her face was warm, hot with a blush. Her dress was ruined, but she was scared to go back into the room, to risk waking Sasuke up, so she took his dress shirt, from the night before, and sighed as she noticed it was long enough to cover her lady bits. It was soft, and it smelt like Sasuke, and she liked that about him, so with a smile on her face, she started breakfast.
She had decided on omelts with a side of tomatoes, because Sasuke didn't like sweets, but loved the red fruit. She had cooked, all the while being as quiet as possible, feeding Cinnabon, and even managed to locate all of Sasuke's clothing without too much of a hassle. His shoes were behind the couches (another place of their late night escapades) and his pants were stuck on her indoor tree, a few branches broken. His coat was in the entryway and his blazer was hanging from the mantel of the fireplace. Much harder to find then her broken dress, which was in the hall, and her shoes were in the living room.
Her face was red, and with a soft sigh, looking at the table in front of her, she made sure everything was perfect. Coffee, black, for Sasuke, and he had a full tomato compared to her half, and she made sure everything looked good. So with a deep breath, she walked back into her bedroom, and bent over to shake the man awake, with breakfast, but it seemed he had other plans.
His arms wrapped around her belly, pulling her over him and into the bed with an undignified squeal, his arms on either side of her head, and he was still naked as he straddled her. His eyes were predatory, but the smirk on his face was playful. "Isn't the boy supposed to make the girl breakfast?"
She looked off to the side, her face red and she was embarrassed to be caught in his clothing like this. He was her hunter, and she his pretty prey. "Well I woke up first, and I didn't want to wake you up too, I'm sorry for wearing your shirt it's just that—"
Her words were cut off by his soft lips, and he sighed, kissing her endlessly, her nails digging into his biceps, and he pulled her closer.
The food could get a little cold, she was so inviting and warm, and it was best she understood that there was no going back now.
—
Hinata sat next to Sasuke on her couch, both of them eating their breakfast, it was quite, not awkward, but content. He didn't bother with his clothes, only throwing his boxers on (she didn't realise they were under the table) and she simply slipped back on his shirt. A shower would be nice, and she was pretty sure Sasuke wouldn't mind joining her on that one. "I want you to know last night was not just an intense need to get off and get into your pants." His words were blunt, and her eyes were huge and innocent as they looked up to awkward black. "I would like to try and pursue a relationship with you. If that, is alright."
She blinked at him, her face one of complete and utter shock, and she suddenly felt very vulnerable. "You want to date me?" He nodded, the smirk on his face disappearing as he realised she thought this was crazy, who would want to date him? He was a cold and impassive egotistical bastard, no one would want to date him. "You want to date me? There's a million other girls that are better for you."
His eyes widened, she was insecure of herself, not him? "They are not like you, which is why I probably want you as I do. There is a reason I stayed after I woke up the first time, you look gorgeous when you're sleeping." It wasn't meant to be creepy, but Hinata thought it was cute.
So with a small grin, a hot blush, and a cup of tea in her hand, she stared into onyx eyes. "Sure, okay." It couldn't hurt right? He was so nice to her, and he was a well rounded guy, abet a bit rough and demanding, but he was kind to her.
And she saw him smile, and it was a pretty sight.
She wanted to see more of it.
The knock on the door scared both of them, Sasuke nearly choking on his eggs and Hinata rushed to the door, trying to see who it was but she couldn't, they were blocking the peep hole. She slowly unlocked it, her eyes widening at the pink hair, and the guilty smile. "Hinata I'm so sorry! But I have something very important to tell you!" Sakura pushed into the apartment, Hinata speechless as Sakura seemed to understand that Hinata had more fun than she planned the night before. "Oh my god! Hinata you got laid?!"
The girl was red, and Sakura totally missed the fact that Hinata wasn't in her own clothes. "Sakura, Sakura."
But pink haired girl ignored her as she talked loudly about the night before, walking further into the apartment. "Naruto asked me out! He finally did it, can you believe it? I'm so sorry, I know you still like him, but what was I going to say, no? I'm front of all those people?" Hinata laughed, waving her hand and her smile was a bit too forced.
Sasuke was sitting in the room over, Sakura was here, and her and Naruto were dating, great. "No no Sakura! I'm happy for the two of you, I don't really like him anymore."
Sakura's pretty jade eyes widened, and she was left shocked. "Seriously? Does this have something to do with your hookup last night Hinata?" Her eyes were mocking, and Hinata went red, Sakura sighing as she moved to Hinata's kitchen.
Hinata tried to stop her, but was unable to, and Sakura's purse plopped down onto the floor.
Because Sasuke Uchiha was sitting on Hinata's couch as if he owned the place, in nothing but black boxers. His hair was a mess, and a matching set of hickeys were over his neck, twins with Hinata own. Hinata's eyes widened, and Sasuke narrowed onyx orbs, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Congratulations, on Naruto. I thought since he was making a move, I'd make mine as well. You can see yourself out." He took a sip of his coffee, and Sakura turned to Hinata.
She couldn't argue, seeing the girl looking off of the side, dressed in Sasuke Uchiha's clothes, she wasn't even angry. But she couldn't argue with Sasuke, so she thought it best to leave. "You, you better tell me everything later!" She ran with her hand over her head, waving her keys. "Hinata Hyuuga you better tell me everything, I will call you later, better make sure Neji doesn't find out. Love you, have fun!"
Something about her tone of voice told Hinata Sakura knew this was going to happen, and she narrowed her eyes, locking her door before returning to the living room. Sasuke had a satisfied smile on his face, not a devious smirk or a cruel simile, a genuine one, it looked good on him. He stood, making his way over to Hinata, and her face instantly reddened at the sight of the man, his muscles moving under his skin, she liked his muscles. He stopped no more than an inch away from her, Hinata was breathing heavy as he neared her, placing a kiss to her jaw line, his tongue lapping over the skin, "Tell me Hinata, did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"
And she melted.
31/12/15
16/02/15
And you will never feel so pretty
And you will never feel this beautiful
