Le Author's Note:
Well as promised, though a bit late, I finally posted a day sooner than expected. I'm sorry to leave you guys at a cliffhanger but I did promise you that smut that you've known to love and grown addicted to. Art is happy to see so many fans reading her works. Now, I wont have screaming fans launching nukes at my house e.e; Hah. Alright guys, I'mma leave you off with this. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF KISHIMOTOS WORKS :B This is completely made up with his characters, though I wish it can happen for reals. ; ~; Alright, alright. Enjoy«3
Chapter Six
Unexpected
6
"Who the FUCK gave her alcohol." I managed to say under clenched teeth.
"Guilty. As. Charged. ~" A voice happened to giggle beside me.
Turning my head, I finally realized who the villain behind the story was. Ion. No surprise there.
"I never knew Sakura was much of a riot until now. DAMN, that girl can't drink one bottle without getting drunk, can she?" She started grinning deviously as she continued watching Sakura ahead.
"Do you even know what she's capable of when she's like this?"
"Not at all." She'd respond to my question without even looking back to me.
"Thought so." I'd shake my head
Before I could ask how much alcohol she consumed, a certain outburst lost my train of conscience.
"AH WOOF~!"
My attention went back to Sakura and I immediately regretted it.
Shit.
The music around the room was pulsing and beating against the walls as it always had. Jeremih was playing on with some 50¢ shit on my stereo system that just happened to be on "Down on me".
The rosette's figure reflected in my eyes and I watched every movement, curve, and motion of her body sway with the music. Her arms were over her head as she'd toss her head to the beat of the music along with the way she grinded her hips into the air. I nearly flinched at how she turned and spun her body as if she was a snake charmer. And hell, she was charming me.
Completely spiting me with how that slender body happened to make such a trance like motion using so less effort.
"Put it down on me. Put it down on me"
I watched, as she would face the crowd of sex-deprived men were staring out at her as if she was a simple piece of flesh that they could tear apart. If this continues I don't think I can stand her behavior in public.
"I like the way you grind with that booty on me. Shawty you a dime why you looking lonely?"
That's when her eyes directed into mine. And oh god, I could feel every vibe pulsate against my body violently. She was getting to me. And she was getting to me
good.
"But all I want you is you down on me"
Then she did something I wouldn't expect from a prude girl. She grinned. Grinning like a deviant, she started to slip off the corner of her sweatshirt from her shoulder, letting it sag off to the side as her body would expose more and more.
Oh fuck…
"Look how she work it. The way she work it. Make me wanna—"
"WOOH!" they cheered and rioted.
"LETS GO, PEPTO BISMO GIRL!" One of them hollered over and gave her a loud whistle.
I bit my bottom lip roughly and felt the stud of my lip piercing play against the tip of my tongue. She was doing this on purpose, I can tell.
"Strip it off!"
"Give us some more!"
"TAKE IT OFF!"
Her eyes watched mine just like a coy, curious, cat would. Fuck. She was doing this on purpose. I could feel all tempt flowing though every aspect of my mind without guilt or conscience. And those fucking pigs. They keep looking her up and down, thinking of dirty thoughts involving her, thinking of what she looks like underneath those clo—
Then I came to realize: I felt exactly the same.
I was curious of what she was capable of. I wanted to know how far she'd go with no regrets. I wanted to know who the fuck she thinks she is.
With that last thought in my head, I watched her blankly slip off her thin sweatshirt before throwing it off at my face. Automatically, my arm rose up and I grabbed the baggy, appealing, clothing before walking straight over to the table and instantly grabbed her thin wrist before tugging her forward into my arms.
It wasn't that hard since she was already dead drunk. But it took me a shitload of a while to drag her into walking back upstairs into my room.
"WOOH! SASUKE CAUGHT A GOOD ONE!" I heard Naruto's voice hollering out into the background.
I cursed to myself as I started getting a hard time dragging her with me as she struggled. Finally, I just threw her over my arms and took her over my shoulder with my arm latching over her thigh to keep her postured without falling.
Fucking brat.
"LET ME GO!"
Her body would twist and turn against my shoulder but I refused to let her go off, even if she was throwing punches into my back. Expect bruises there tomorrow. Jeez, nobody will give me a break today.
"OI! ASSWIPE! I told you once already! Let me go!"
Finally getting through the stairs, ( thank kami ) I went through my hallway until I reached my certain bedroom and thus turning the knob and making my way inside. She was still fussing even after I threatened to drop her over the stairs.
But fine. I put her down and almost immediately she turned on her heel and attempted to escape through the door. I was faster of course. That being said, I slammed the door before she could even get past it. Standing in front of me right now was a big ball of fury just waiting to explode. And hell, didn't I enjoy letting it rage on.
"Who the FUCK do you think you are—"
"No, Sakura." I'd shake my head and then immediately shoot a deadly look against her, "WHAT the fuck were you THINKING."
"I WAS THINKING THAT—"
"SHUT UP!"
I was completely panting right now. I hated how she was always one that came up with an answer, no matter how stupid it was or how drunk she was. This was ME raging at her.
"I—. . ."
"You what? Are you feeling so good about yourself? Proud to be an attention whore?" I stepped forward to her, letting dominance overwhelm that tiny figure of hers.
"I'm NOT an attention whore!" She'd backfire and look at me with those eyes filled with wrath and womanhood.
God, that look…
"THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!"
"I'M MYSELF! Is it my fault I want to have fun? I bet you go off fucking every girl that comes your way spreading her legs!"
Now that wasn't true. Hell, I haven't even fucked Ayame the way she was inferring I did.
"So what's the point of being all good when apparently you're the one getting all the fun! You fucking hypocrite!" She'd seethe and hiss out every word like poisonous venom.
Her green eyes sparked with fire as did the way she tossed her hair furiously to the side from the cascade of bangs that kept shrouding her eyes. Damn.
I couldn't even help but get closer as she kept ranting on, but I barely even paid a word of respect to whatever she had stated directly to me.
"Is that so. Maybe I am a hypocrite. But maybe that's because you're comparing me to yourself, short shit."
There she goes off again with that dangerous look. Fuck, I don't think I can handle it anymore.
"Who the fuck are you calling short shit, asswipe."
"I believe I'm calling you a short shit, minikui."
"Fuck you, okama."
"When and where."
Her eyes would widen strangely and the hint of blush that was already spread amongst her cheeks' skin would already redden more and more into a burgundy rum. I was almost there.
"I wouldn't go so far as to even fuck you, even IF you were the last man on earth." She'd fight back her embarrassment and completely shroud her personality with defiance.
"Says the cat her licks her pussy." I scoffed.
"Says the dog who licks his ass."
At that, I smirked humorously.
"Alright, Sakura. Then why were you looking directly at me when you were stripping off to Vegas." I'd continue walking forward, just as she'd be slowly going back until her legs hit the front deck of my bed.
"Who said I was looking at you?"
"Don't play stupid with me, short shit."
"Well excuse me, Mr. Smart Ass." She'd reply back hotly.
"You're excused."
Pouting her bottom lip, the usual way she would get into her façade, she'd reply earnestly to that, "How do you know I was looking at you? Weren't you the one looking at me, Sasuke-kun."
Holy. . .
The way she looked me dead in the eye with a softened expression yet coy fixated on every remark of her facial expression. Fuck it, she's really getting into this.
"And how would you know that?"
"I would know since you mentioned that I was looking directly at you. Who knows. Maybe I was looking past you and your pride was once again in your head. It's bad to keep your brains in your balls."
I'd chuckle to that, merely amused at her sense of humor.
"I'm pretty sure you were looking directly at me. Otherwise, why would you throw your sweatshirt directly into my face." I'd hold up her baggy top and throw it over to her.
"I'm "drunk", remember?" She'd scoff and catch it wearily with her right hand.
"Not drunk enough to catch the same sweater you threw at me without missing."
"Your point?" She'd hiccup.
"My point is—"
"Jeez, you're such a pain in the ass."
"—that it's obvious—"
"A total joy killer—"
"Hell, if I'm right, you might be just as inexperienced as I am!"
Oh boy. When will she learn to shut that mouth of hers.
Sakura, you stupid girl.
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Sakura
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I didn't exactly mean for this to happen. Honestly, I thought he was going to leave me alone and storm off just for calling him inexperienced. Hell if I know how far he's gone with a girl. And it's none of my business either. But what he did after I finished that statement truly was unforgiving.
My body slammed instantly into the tough mattress of his bed, disturbing the fine fold of his sheets that covered the large bed's décor. His hands were against my shoulders, pushing me down as I struggled from his grip. I tossed my head violently with how he had suppressed me down at such a spot but it wasn't enough until he took his free hand and gripped my chin, tilting my head back forcefully.
That's when I gasped automatically. I felt his mouth working up against my neck, tracing his lips against my skin and working it all the way to my jaw.
FUCK! What was he doing, taking advantage of me like this!
Biting my bottom lip and squirming from his grasp, I managed to push my free hand against his chest, beating it into his lean figure. However the careless fuck completely ignored me. He wouldn't even wince or let out an unpleasant sound from my force.
The tickle of his stud piercing against my collarbone gave me direct shivers that rippled down the course of my body. Eventually I stopped beating against him and I felt like the resistance was no use. The only thing I could do was keep my mouth shut from letting out his version of "pleasant sounds".
I felt my nerves screaming in pleasure as the whole aura of his dominance made my adrenaline race, as did my heart. The hand that had clamped against my shoulder had slid down across my bare sides, leaving tingles up and down my body.
AND HELL! I was only wearing a bra too! What have I done! Walking into HIS house looking like this! And doing all that dancing!
Breathing in a gasp, I felt his hand lower itself down to my shorts, slowly playing and fiddling around with the button and zipper between his fingers. I dared to look at his expression as he slowly traced his lips down the curve of my chest where his tongue grazed against skin. Fuck, I was just so close to making a—
"Ahn~!" I'd let out a soft mew as I felt his finger lace under my panties, after he was done with playing against my shorts.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was going too far!
"S-Sasuke!" I stammered myself to speak but he completely ignored me.
I felt his opposite hand let go of my chin and slowly slide it's way to the back of my neck, slowly feeling his way down till he found the strap of my bra. I could feel his fingers just play and twist the bridge of the strap between themselves.
Shit. He wasn't just playing with me right now, was he?
"Nnnn~ Stop~" I tilted my head back as I felt his finger slide out from the edge of the fabric and slowly graze against the clit of my panty, stroking between the lips of my entrance teasingly and slowly.
"So you can speak, even in this position." He'd reply huskily against my skin and trace up my collar again, letting my stress tone down a bit when I felt that he wasn't picking at my strap as much.
"Shut u—"
Snap.
Shit. The bra came loose! I felt the strap no longer give as much effort around my ribs before it finally lay limp against the bed.
He tricked me!
"H'n." He chuckled before leaning back from my chest and looking back into my eyes with those steel onyx orbs that showed much for lust as much as mine did. Damn, why was he doing this? How could he do this?
I felt his hand slowly leave the spine of my back before tugging on the front of where the bra held cleavage. Quickly, my arms crossed themselves against my chest as I looked up at him defiantly.
Giving him that look that showed I wasn't going to give in. Cocking his eyebrow, he ignored that and then leaned closer into my ear, blowing past the pink strands of hair and tickled the shell with his lips.
"Who's inexperienced, Sakura?"
My eyes widened at the memory of how I challenged him with that accusation and I instantly regretted ever saying such bullshit.
No. This guy was definitely out of my level of "bases". Hell, I haven't even gone through FIRST base. Never have I touched a man's lips with my own. Nor, have I ever dreamed of doing so. But him. He—
Closing my eyes, I sighed and decided to take up that offer with pride.
"Completely inexperienced. . ."
Then I added the icing to the cake.
"Sasuke-kun."
His finger automatically plunged itself deeper into me, grazing roughly against my cunt and letting tingles of nerves shoot right through me.
I hissed automatically to myself, trying to keep quiet and focus on not making any other embarrassing noises.
But he was taking complete advantage of me! I can feel myself starting to—
"H'mmm?"
A tickle of his hum sent shivers coursing through my body as he toyed around with the idea of a second finger, letting it part between the lips and give in a third finger to stroke into the outer labia just to tease me. Damn, it was working.
"I hate you." I managed to state out and intend it to mean exactly what it spells out to be.
His actions stopped. Strange enough, I felt disappointed that he did stop so fast. However, his fingers never left the inside of my shorts and I could still feel his finger against me. Then, I felt his upper body moving slightly from his position above me.
I opened my eyes to see what he was intending to do only to widen them automatically.
His face was leaning against my crossed arms, budging them with the tip of his nose and nuzzling the outside of my elbow like a cat grazing their master. His eyes flickered off to mine and it caused me to only bite my lip harder.
That gaze seemed more innocent. Literally. The tone of his onyx steel orbs softened just by opening themselves up to gaze up at me. I flinched at how… jeez.. am I really saying this? He looked.. harmless. Cute. Adorable. Just like a cat in a way. Or a puppy.
I shifted my arms and uncrossed them before resting them over his shoulders. Smirking to himself, he must've thought I was naive. But I wasn't. I knew what was coming. And truth be told, I didn't care.
His teeth latched onto the front of the bra and tugged against it before setting it off beside us. That's when I crossed my arms up again, grinning deviously back down at him.
Scoffing, he turned his expression into a sort of pout I'd see on a puppy's face. Oh god, he was adorable like this.
"H'm?" I'd sound off innocently.
He didn't take that as an answer.
Immediately, he continued stroking against me after stopping so shortly before and letting his finger go faster against my clit.
I didn't expect that at all.
Tilting my head back, I finally let out the softest yet most audible sweet moan I could ever let escape in front of Sasuke Uchiha.
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Sasuke
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I kept stroking my finger against her, letting her arms slowly loosen up from the annoying grip they were binding from. However, I had to be patient. I NEEDED to get her to where I wanted to be. Call me selfish, but this rosette is asking for every dare to get me to fuck her senseless.
I want her writhing and letting out a moan whether or not she was going to be stubborn with me. However, I didn't expect her to—
"Ahnnnnnn~"
My eyes widened at the way she rolled off that sound from the depth of her throat. She completely got me with that. I felt as if a hungry beast was about to unlock and tempt me to ravage her more than I already have.
Her arms finally unfolded and lay at her sides, exposing herself to me.
Honestly, I expected her to be much smaller in size. . .
But this? She made me second-guess again.
The way her breasts were aligned and completely full with no flaws. Not too big. Not too small. Just completely perfect.
Practically screaming perfection to be accurate.
The corners of my lips turned and I let a devious grin take over my surprised expression. I lowered my head over to her abdomen before I slowly traced my lips against her waist, and felt her body tense at that.
My fingers were still rubbing against her slick pussy that was still swollen even though I wasn't completely through with her yet.
Iie. I was completely at my whims with her. If I wanted to, I could devour her whole and spit her out as I did with every other femme fatale that crossed my way. But she was completely. . . innocent.
I can tell she was untouched.
The way she reacted to the way I touched her wasn't the way I expected. I assumed that she wouldn't give in so easily but damn did she leave me startled. Especially when I managed to feel my way against her to realize that she was a pure virgin. Completely untouched.
Until now.
Sakura. You stupid girl. Teasing a hungry wolf like me is probably the stupidest thing you've ever done.
I traced my lips further up against her waist and let them nibble and graze my tongue against her fine skin. My lips reached the valley of her breasts and I could feel her letting out more tempting mewls out to my satisfaction.
God, she was literally—
My lips traced up her neck' along the side of her jaw as my finger would circle her clit and rub against her faster and faster, not letting her go unpleased.
"Come on, Sakura. . ." I'd whisper against her skin, "You can ask me for anything, you know that."
"Nnnh." She'd shake her head and bite her lips.
But I knew that was too good to be true.
She responded to me already by the way her lips would rise slightly at a certain spot I hit against.
My finger circled it over and over again, going faster and letting the damp fluids only let me go faster.
"H-Hnn!" Her breath would tuck into a gasp before I heard her speak those pleasant, unfinished, words, "P-please."
"H'm?" I asked with a mere sound.
"Please, Sasuke!"
Jeez, she was really asking for it.
"I can't, Sakura. I don't know what you're asking for." I'd tease and chuckle, nuzzling her collarbone.
Her hips would raise again, letting me press further against her but I'd slow down, not letting her get her finish yet.
Then she gave up.
But not the way I expected.
"Please kiss me you fucking idiot."
My eyes widened at the way she said that without a simple stutter and flawless pronunciation. Here she was, getting it so close to the point that she might collapse if I continue to tease and let go without any climax, and she was asking me for something less of what I expected.
I smirked to myself and then leaned up closer to her, taking the side of her face with my opposite hand and stroking her cheek to myself. Her eyes opened weakly and the expression she showed was absolutely lethal. Not in a dangerous way but in… a sort of way that would get any man absolutely.. crazy.
Kami…
Automatically, I shut her up from asking again and captured her lips with mine, hitting her core with the tip of my finger and letting her moans fill into my mouth.
This girl will be the death of me.
