A/N: Heya. I appreciate the click and hope you enjoy the story! This was originally supposed to be a later part of something a little bit larger, an anthology of multiple pairings and disconnected oneshots set in a high school AU. But this was the only part that I'd actually finished that I'm totally happy with.

So instead of beating my head against my keyboard trying to break my writer's block and somehow make my original plan work, I'm just going to lean in on this part, the part I think is good, and see how it's received.

Selfish x Diffident

"Wait."

As the rest of the student council casually filed out of the small clubroom where they had their meetings, Hinata, the council secretary, came to a quick and immediate halt at the threshold when she heard the sound of her president's voice.

A couple of others who were already out the door paused as well, barely within earshot of the call, and vice-president Sakura backpedaled and tilted her head to peek back into the clubroom.

"Something wrong, Sasuke? You didn't forget something Hinata needed to put into the minutes, did you?" she said.

Sasuke was still in his seat at the head of the small square of arranged desks, his elbows on his desk, his fingers folded together, and his eyes locked onto the back of Hinata's head. He glanced briefly at Sakura before shaking his head.

"I need to hold onto her for a minute and ask her about some other things," he said to her. "Just Hinata. The rest of you are still dismissed."

Sakura silently glanced over toward Hinata for a moment, then back at Sasuke, before her curious expression became a small grin and a shrug of her shoulders. "Alright, then. Call me later once you're free, Hinata."

Hinata shared a smile in return and nodded as Sakura continued on her way and ran up the hall to catch up with Ino and the few other council members as they left together. When the departing voices and footsteps went quiet, Sasuke spoke low again, his words now purely and wholly for her.

"Lock the door and lower the blinds."

Hinata obeyed with a nod, sealing them into the clubroom and lowering the folded flap strung just above the window to cover it completely and hide them away from any prying eyes that might try to peek inside. With that done, she turned around, folding her hands lightly in front of her as she faced Sasuke and the dying afternoon's orange sky from the windows behind him.

Her eyes trailed upward, starting from where his desk ended and his torso began, covered loosely by the plain white uniform shirt, red tie, and navy-blue third-year blazer he wore. Her gaze rose higher until she met his own, peering deeply into those calm and powerful onyx eyes…

"Um… What were these other things you had to ask me about, Sasuke? I shouldn't be staying too much later after school, or my father will get upset," she spoke softly.

"You have time," Sasuke simply responded before raising one of his hands to gesture her closer. "Come over here."

Again she obeyed without hesitation, and Sasuke's cool gaze followed her every step as she made her way across the clubroom to stand within arm's length of his desk. His own eyes trailed up her perfectly presentable form as well, from her soft, pale legs which disappeared into the hem of her navy blue pleated skirt, to the matching third-year blazer she wore, complete with a white blouse and red tie as well, to her large pale eyes, her long dark hair, and the tense expression on her face that she was trying her best to hide.

Sasuke rose slowly from his seat to face Hinata and look better at her, and he noted the anxious spark he saw lurking just beneath her demure gaze, the growing tinge of color in her cheeks, the quickening of her breath and the light fidget of her hand as he reached out to run his fingers across the fabric of her tie… Everything he saw was exactly as it should be.

"Sasuke…" Hinata mumbled breathily as his grip closed around her tie, but as he tugged her gently closer to him, she reached a hand up to settle gently on his chest.

"What's wrong?" Sasuke asked, not relenting his hold.

Hinata turned her head away, gazing down at the floor as heat continued to spread across her face. "We're in the clubroom… W-We can't."

"Why not?"

"What if… What if someone walks by and hears us?"

"Hears you?" Sasuke corrected, leaning closer. "I won't be too rough... Just focus on keeping your voice down, if you're worried. Not that there's much danger of anyone passing by. Council's always last to leave."

"But…" Hinata mewled again, her gaze drifting across the room and eventually to the windows. "What about-"

"That window looks out on the narrow side of campus. There's only a walkway below, and no one has a good enough angle down there to see into this third-story window and tell what's going on. Not unless I push you up against it."

Hinata knew he wouldn't. But the thought alone was enough to send a tingle up her spine, and she pursed her lips. Before she could look elsewhere or try to say something else, Sasuke's other hand reached up to cup her cheeks and turn her head gently to look at him.

"Stop making excuses. Unless you really want to leave?"

Hinata furrowed her brows and shook her head in surrender, her arm slowly relaxing, beginning to fall away from his chest. "I'm sorry, Sasuke. I was just surprised. But why here? Why now…?" she wondered quietly.

"I want you right here. And I want you right now." Sasuke's lips turned in the slightest smirk. "Do I need any more reason?"

And with another firm tug on her tie to pull her forward, he met his lips against hers in a deep, eager, and utterly satisfying kiss.

Aptitude in one hand, popularity in the other. Sasuke Uchiha enjoyed ample handfuls of both as he powered his way through his high school life at the top of his class and the head of the student council. But the limiting amount of influence it carried, while beneficial to his life going forward through college and beyond pretty soon, was less than satiating to the young Uchiha scion.

He effortlessly drew the affections of almost every girl in high school, and it wouldn't at all be a stretch to say that he had his pick of fleeting high school pleasures. But he partook in none of them, because when it came to such pleasures, Sasuke was not so easily satisfied. He saw the hearts of most of the girls who said they 'loved' him. Most of them were simply thinking about their own desires, and the rest may have been earnestly attracted to him and seemingly willing to give him their all, but without fail, he could always tell that they wanted something more from him than he wanted to give: a relationship.

No one fit. They either wanted only to take from him, or to bind him in a romantic give-and-take that he was uninterested in entertaining. Of all the girls in high school, Sasuke only found one that he could tell was willing to give herself to him unconditionally, and she was currently pressed against him in a still-going kiss, letting her trembling hands journey up his sides and slowly curl around him to cling to him, while his firm hands reached around and wandered down her back before clutching greedily at her shapely behind through her skirt.

Hinata squeaked softly at his groping grip, unable to keep the heat and redness from spreading across her face as she relented completely into his strong embrace and his yearning kiss until she was left completely breathless. No sooner than she'd pulled her head back to draw in a deep breath of air, his lips found the front of her throat, just under her chin, and kissed a warm trail down and around to the side of her neck.

"S-Sasuke…!" she groaned, her hands clawing gently at his back, her legs fidgeting as he shifted his position and pushed his thigh between hers, folding in the front of her skirt as he pressed the top of his leg up against her covered core.

The young man's head rose and his whispering voice struck her ear in a calm and dulcet, but powerful tone all the same. "Hinata. Tell me the truth. No mumbling, no excuses. What do you want right now?"

He heard the sound of her gulping hard, followed by a shaky breath, then a soft and steady string of words in return. "To be yours, Sasuke… To satisfy you, completely. To… g-give you what you want from me, to… to be what you want me to be, to be of use to… you. To…"

Hinata trailed off. Sasuke couldn't see into her eyes at the moment, and felt no need to pull away and look. He knew why Hinata was the way she was, what she'd been through, how her mind worked, why she was perfect for him. Her honest choice of words only reinforced what he was already sure of. But hearing her speak the way she did lit a small fire in his chest, a need borne of his selfishness, to covet her, to protect her, and to have his way with the voluptuous body she had hiding beneath that modest uniform.

While he laid warm, gentle breaths against the rim of her ear, and her soft hands clutched firmly at the back of his blazer, Sasuke raised his hands from her ass and slid them into the space between their bodies, plucking at the buttons of her blazer one by one.

"I dislike just about every one of my schoolmates. The ones I don't dislike? They still disappoint me on some level or another. ...But not you, Hinata." Sasuke pushed Hinata's undone blazer off her shoulders and she dropped her arms and let it fall from her body to the floor behind her feet. "Not you."

His lips came back around to crash hungrily once more against hers, and Hinata returned the kiss with timid enthusiasm as he pulled her tie completely loose and tossed it aside. His impatient hands pulled apart her blouse and popped open all the buttons in one sudden motion. Hinata shimmied it off her shoulders and shrugged it to the floor as well, leaving her buxom chest held in check by only a strapless black bandeau. She knew his tastes and embraced them.

With restive fervor, his hands dropped to her skirt, unbuttoned it and cast it off to the floor with the rest of her uniform, while in the same moment, Hinata slipped out of her shoes and kicked them away under Sasuke's desk with a soft clutter, leaving her standing against him in his increasingly carnal embrace in just her underwear and socks, while he still stood fully clothed and completely in control.

"Nnh…" Sasuke groaned as he pulled back for breath, leaving Hinata blushing and panting hard as well. He brought his hands up to gently frame her slender neck, before they slowly began to glide down her naked shoulders and her soft, unsculpted arms.

Hinata had a naturally beautiful body that had bloomed much more fully than most of her other classmates, but it was clear that she rarely exercised, not having the sort of light definition that Sakura or Ino had, nor anywhere close to Tenten's toned physique. Hinata was curvaceous, but she was soft all over, especially where it counted. Sasuke didn't mind. He didn't need Hinata to be his perfectly sexy Olympian goddess of a woman. He just needed her to be his.

"All of you…" His lips barely moved, and his voice was nary a whisper, but they found Hinata's ears and warmed her chest, though not nearly as much as when his grasping hands drifted from her arms to her heavy breasts.

Hinata's back arched and her eyes closed as she relished the strong and sure feeling of his touch, his fingers drifting over the soft swell of each covered tit while his thumbs found and circled the light protrusion of her nipples against the thin, fitted fabric.

"Arms up."

She obeyed him with a shuddered sigh of excitement, and in a moment's motion the ring of cloth was lifted right from her body, thrown carelessly to the floor and forgotten immediately. His hands returned to where they'd been just a moment before, now warmed by the softness of bare flesh beneath his palms and stiffened pink rolled beneath the tip of his thumbs.

Hinata lightly chewed her lip, but the stimulation was brief, and Sasuke's hands continued their journey downward, over her slender waist, with his thumbs drifting in slow circles across the sides of her belly.

By now, Sasuke's forehead rested gently against Hinata's, his eyes gazing up and down her near-naked form, but always coming back up to her face and the bright cloud of blush that now spread from one cheek to the other. At the start of the year, when he first kissed her and resolved that she was his, there was no way she would've had the composure for this. If this was back then, by now she would've fainted, or have been otherwise overwhelmed and unable to properly give him what he wanted from her.

Sasuke leaned his head forward to kiss her again, nibbling softly at Hinata's bottom lip as his grip coiled around her again and took two more greedy handfuls of her sumptuous pantyclad rear. Hinata cooed softly and lewdly, tittering and shivering against his touch, but she held strong to him, and held herself together, proving decisively once more that beneath that timid exterior, she was perfect, and that being patient with her was worth it.

"Take them off for me, Hinata," he commanded, before grabbing her wrists as she began to reach frantically for the waistband of her panties. "Slowly."

Hinata gave him a single quick nod, and he released her, taking a small step back and crossing his arms as he admired the sight before him. Bathed in the orange rays of the waning daylight, Hinata hooked and twirled her thumbs into the sides of her panties, gazing straight into Sasuke's eyes as she tugged one side down first and drummed her fingers lightly over her thigh, revealing the bare curve of her hip, and the attractive crease of flesh where her inner thigh met her groin.

The other side was tugged down as well, and Hinata's hair fluttered over her shoulders as she began to bend, tugging her panties down till they were past her knees before letting them fall to her ankles so she could step out of them. Her hands rose to her hair and pushed it back behind her ears as she rose straight again, before she frowned with boiling embarrassment and looked bashfully away, rubbing one of her arms as she stood before Sasuke in their empty, quiet school clubroom, utterly naked except for her simple black socks that came up just below her knees.

"No," Sasuke said when Hinata began to raise her foot to tug the socks away as well. He stepped closer to her again, his stoic expression melting away only slightly to reveal a more open desire in his broadening smirk. "I like it better just like this... Put your elbows on my desk."

His every word was law, and Hinata followed them to the letter, turning to face away and approaching the simple desk where he sat to preside over the rest of the student council when they had their chats and their meetings, where they would look at each other without sin in their eyes, talk to each other like students, like a simple council president would a simple council secretary, and leave the rest of the school none the wiser to this.

As she arched forward and leaned her naked body over his desk, propped up by her elbows, she nervously looked back at him, only to whimper as he placed his hand on her head and turned her back around to look forward at the door.

"You're perfect right now, just like this, Hinata. Understand? Don't move."

Hinata nodded, and her motion was rewarded with a quick palm against her ass, barely a spank, but enough to get her to squeak.

"Tch, what did I just say…?"

Hinata could hear the faint mirth in his voice, and could almost see the slightly-amused smile on his face even without turning around. He rarely teased her like this. It soothed her into relaxing her shoulders and letting some of her tension go, readying herself to accept him like she had several times before.

Hinata kept her eyes pinned to the clubroom door as she listened to the slight jingle of his belt and the rustle of his pants coming undone. The urge was strong to peek, but she had a feeling his earlier quip was all the teasing she was going to get. Openly disobeying him would annoy him, something she wanted wholeheartedly not to do.

So she waited with bated breath and squirming anxiety for the scant few forever-moments between when he began undoing his clothes and when he finally stepped forward to clasp a hand on Hinata's shoulder and press his warm, swollen tip against her bare-shaven and glistening petals.

"Remember…" Sasuke leaned forward and murmured low in her ear. "Keep your voice down."

His hips surged forward and Hinata was filled with tantalizing warmth, gasping in, and letting a tremoring sigh fall free from her lips again. Barely given a moment to collect herself, Hinata yelped softly again as Sasuke pulled back and thrust again, breathing out softly against the back of her neck as he quickly fell into his rhythm.

Keeping quiet was proving more difficult than she expected. It was so easy for Hinata normally, she was like a church mouse, and depending on who was or wasn't at school that day, there were times where she would go the entire day without saying a single word. Even when she gave up her virginity to him in his bed, she could keep her voice more or less under control like she normally would, though it helped then that she was speechlessly embarrassed and had a pillow to cover her face with.

But there was something decidedly sinful and dangerous about doing it here, fucking in their clubroom, in front of where several of their peers and classmates had just been sitting a couple of minutes ago, that just seemed to fry Hinata's nerves and self-control.

"S-Sasuke…! Ahh... " she groaned, reaching her hands forward to grip the very edge of his desk as if for dear life, lowering her head and letting her hair hang in feeble strands against the dark wood.

Sasuke was immersed in satisfaction. Due satisfaction in his mind. As he held his grip on Hinata's pale, soft and naked form, listened to her squeals and mumbles, and watched her doughy behind quiver with each impact of his steadily moving hips, he felt simply that all was as it should be. His cool heart didn't flutter or stir with passionate thoughts of her. He simply yearned for what was his, what she'd given to him to claim.

"If I didn't know any better, Hinata, I'd say you didn't care who heard us," Sasuke leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I told you I wasn't going to be rough on you this time, and you still can't help but make noise, can you? Is it that good?"

His tormenting words made her squirm against him, and she bit her lip, trying a little harder to reduce her pleasured mewls to quiet breaths, and her renewed restraint couldn't have come at a better time…

"Hinata? Are you still in there?"

A knock at the door and a familiar voice brought the both of them to a sudden halt.

Neji.

He'd graduated last year, but came back to work as an aide for the school until Hinata graduated as well. Sasuke respected him for the most part. Neji was one of those peers that Sasuke definitely didn't dislike. It was this part of Neji that disappointed Sasuke. The part that was determined for some reason to keep Hinata in his line of sight.

"Answer him," Sasuke spoke softly and sternly against the terrified girl's neck.

"Y-Yes, Neji," she called, trying her hardest to keep her voice even. "I-I'm cleaning the council clubroom and just… filing some stuff away. I shouldn't be too much longer…"

"Sasuke made you stay and do that on your own…? Nnh. You know Lord Hiashi won't be happy if you're home too late. Let me help you clean."

"No, I don't need your help," Hinata shot back. "I can do this on my own. J-Just go and tell Father that I had to stay afterschool later than usual. I'll… I'll handle whatever comes after, if he's upset."

Hinata's eyes widened and her lip trembled as she felt Sasuke's teeth suddenly nip softly at the side of her neck. Her grip tightened on the edge of the desk and her body trembled. If she had to talk for much longer, Neji would know something was wrong. She prayed he'd be content to just leave now…

"Go, Neji. Or he'll be upset with you, too. And I'd rather it be me than you that he punishes…"

If Neji could hear the weakness of her voice, or was suspicious of her unusual forcefulness, he said nothing about it, only sighing.

"Just hurry," he said, and the sound of his departing footsteps carried down the hall before going silent once more.

Hinata, both mortified and relieved beyond description, whimpered softly and put her forehead down completely on the desk as Sasuke's lip curled amusedly once more. "Good girl," he grunted, and returned to his steady rhythm just as before.

He was slightly annoyed that he felt suddenly rushed, but it wasn't as though he planned to spend much longer here with Hinata anyway. He pressed down on her shoulder and mushed her chest against the hard wood of his desk, holding her still for several moments as he rolled his hips with hurried fervor.

He felt his peak approaching fast, and when he reached the threshold at which nothing would stop it, he pulled himself out of her with a sudden hiss. Hinata laid still with her eyes screwed shut as Sasuke let out a quiet and satisfied groan and spattered her naked back with the warmth of his seed.

Prideful and powerful as he thought he was, Sasuke was still human, still a young man. The heady pleasure of release clouded his thoughts, sapped his composure. When he put his hand on the desk beside Hinata's arm, she spared a glance back at him, and spied the furrow-browed expression of bliss on her president's handsome face.

Now she was satisfied. Hinata turned her head forward again, smiling warmly to herself as she caught her breath. He'd kept her in his warm clutches all year, never losing interest in her. She'd always had that feeling that he was pleased with her, and still wanted her, but seeing it plainly on his face just how satisfied with her presence and her body that he was… it filled her heart with almost more joy than she could contain.

To be of use to you…

Hinata sat up and turned around slowly, hoisting herself up to sit on his desk. She reached out her gentle hands to cup his face, and Sasuke opened his eyes. Her hands slowly guided his head forward, allowing Sasuke's eyes to travel once more up Hinata form, from her plush and pretty legs to her bare and well-fucked folds, all the way up her soft tummy and over the swell of her breasts, until their eyes met once more.

Hinata guided him forward, but it was Sasuke who went all the way, leaning in to claim their last kiss of the evening, a lightly-fatigued and sloppy exchange of tongues that Sasuke's mind wasn't clear enough yet to berate himself over, and Hinata was too pleasure-shaken to be embarrassed about.

When he pulled away, their lips lingered, infinitesimally close for another few fleeting moments before he finally pulled all the way back and stood up. "Get dressed and go first. Quickly."

He pulled open one of his desk drawers and swiped some tissues from a box, holding her shoulder as he reached around to wipe her back clean.

"It might be a problem for me if Neji sees me now. It's not gonna ruin me if he or anyone else finds out, of course. But I'd rather not have that hassle of him trying to get between us for whatever stupid reason he'll come up with to stick his nose in my business. So go ahead and I'll just stay behind for a few minutes."

Sasuke continued to speak as Hinata scooted off his desk and hurriedly scampered about to collect her underwear, uniform, and shoes to put them all back on.

"M-Mm… I'll see-" Hinata stopped suddenly as Sasuke reached out to grab her tie again. He pulled her closer… and straightened her tie, making it as unsuspectingly presentable as he could. "...you tomorrow, S-Sasuke."

"You'll know when I need you again," Sasuke promised, turning Hinata around by the shoulder and giving her a gentle push toward the door. "Get out of here."

With a final nod, Hinata made her way to the door again, unlocking and stepping out into the hall, disappearing around the corner and running to hurry home, her echoing footsteps disappearing just as quickly as the rest.

Sasuke ran his fingers through his hair and leaned along the side of his desk, looking behind him towards the sun out of his window. Whatever warmth that had began to pool lightly in his chest cooled and faded now that he was back in his right mind. Nothing special just happened. Hinata belonged to him. It wasn't the first time he'd bent her over, and if he had has way, which he knew he would, it'd be far from the last.

All the same, deep inside, even though just a few hours and a night of sleep separated them from their next meeting at the start of school tomorrow, he couldn't wait to see her again.

A/N: Thanks for reading, if you stuck around to the end! Let me know what you think of this, will you? If people like it enough and want more SasuHina, I might try my hand at doing more with them in this setting and expand on their story. If not, I'm more than happy with leaving this as a nice little oneshot that I'm satisfied to have written.

Till next time, whenever that may be!