A/N: For this chapter, there are 2 songs that play in the story, links will be posted on my profile if needed. I highly recommend you give these a listen, as these are what I listened to during the write and they're ahh-mazing:
1. Let My Love Open the Door by Pete Townshend (the first song that comes on in the bar/dance scene)
2. She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5 (the second)
My Bestfriend's Girlfriend
chapter three
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Five drinks later, she and Sasuke are comfortably smitten.
Teetering a bit in their seats, somehow, they end up swapping funny stories from way back when, reminiscing the time when things were easy.
And then, naturally, they travel back further in time, before she and Naruto were ever together.
"Remember when you had to hide me under your bed that one time?" Sakura giggles drunkenly, "When we thought Itachi wasn't going to be coming home?"
Sasuke nods, taking another sip of his drink around a drunken smirk as he recalls that exact memory. They had been thirteen at the time, if he recalls, and Sakura had insisted she come over and study together at his house for a huge exam they had the next day, and since his big brother wasn't going to be home that night, they assumed it would be safe for her to spend the night.
But little did they know at the time, Itachi had been released early from his patrol. So when they heard his heavy footsteps entering the house, they both jumped out of his bed in a panic, looking around wildly for a place for her to hide, papers and books falling to the floor in a flurry.
'Under the bed!' He had ushered her, 'Hurry, Sakura!'
'But it's so cramped!' Sakura had whined, even as she dropped to the floor and awkwardly slid beneath the low bed frame. Sasuke ran around picking up their mess, neatly piling it on his bed to make it look like his own study pile. And just as Sakura slipped her last toe beneath the bed and Sasuke hopped onto the mattress, the door flew open.
Just in time for it to look like Sasuke had been innocently studying like the straight A student he was.
'Goodnight, Sasuke.'
'Night.'
The moment the door snicked shut, Sakura broke into fits of giggles and Sasuke fell back onto his bed with his own relieved chuckle.
"How about the time you thought I liked girls?" Sakura hides her full-bellied laughter behind her hand, blushing wildly at the memory.
Sasuke rolls his eyes despite his own cheeks heating. He takes another sip of his drink before nodding, confirming that he does indeed remember that time in particular.
At fifteen years old, Sasuke rounded the corner of the school building just in time to see Sakura and a girl with an obnoxiously long ponytail kissing, of all things. He had stopped in his tracks, absently thumbing the strap of his backpack on his shoulder as he took a careful step backward, unsure if he was actually seeing what he was seeing.
With lips still locked, hands on each other's waist, heavy eyelids cracked open to reveal concentrated green eyes—only to fly open at the sight of Sasuke standing there behind Ino, eyes wide and speechless. Sakura ripped her mouth away from the girl, words stuck on her tongue.
'Sorry.' Sasuke blurted before spinning on his heel, quickly retreating the way he came.
But Sakura quickly caught up, rounding to the front of him with palms out to stop him in his tracks. 'Wait! Let me explain, Sasuke—!'
Flustered, Sasuke simply stood there, thumbing the straps of his backpack and gaze averted. 'It's okay, you—It's nothing to be ashamed of.'
'Huh?'
'Your—sexuality, I mean.' He spluttered, shriveling with embarrassment at the very topic.
But Sakura had suddenly laughed, confusing the poor Uchiha even further.
'Sasuke,' She continued to giggle before she stepped forward to wrap her arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug. Still confused as ever, he simply let her, awkwardly patting her back. 'You're so sweet, but . . . I'm not into girls. We were just practicing.'
'Oh.' Was all he could manage, cheeks burning.
"That was really cute." Sakura admits, brushing a loose pink lock behind her ear, cheeks darkening. "That you were so accepting, I mean." She adds, looking away shyly.
Cute.
Feeling strangely timid, even with liquid courage coursing through his veins, he sheepishly scratches the back of his spiky locks and averts his gaze.
Sakura leans forward, her fifth Long Island trapped between both palms. "Speaking of kissing," She begins with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows. Feeling brave, she asks: "You do remember our first kiss, don't you?"
Of course he does, he thinks. He could never, in all his lifetime, ever forget.
At eight years old, Sasuke and Sakura sat cross-legged on Naruto's living room floor, rifling through his Uncle's comics, not realizing until they had flipped open the covers, just what exactly those books were.
With Naruto in the bathroom and his parents in the kitchen, they sat alone, unsupervised.
'Ew, what are they doing?' Sakura whispered with a wrinkle of her nose as she turned the comic this way and that.
Curious, Sasuke leaned over to see, lowering the comic in his own hands. They both blinked, heads cocked.
'Are they kissing?' Sakura asked.
'I think.'
She turned to look at him then, dropping the comic to her lap. 'Have you ever kissed anyone?'
'No.' He confessed, flustered by such a weird question.
Sakura sighed. 'Me neither, but I see Mommy and Daddy do it all the time. Do you think it feels good?'
'How am I supposed to know?' Eight year old Sasuke scoffed.
'Do you think we should try?' Intrigue lit her large green eyes.
Sasuke looked at her for moment, then to the comic, and then back at her.
He shrugged.
A triumphant smirk spread across her face before she twisted her body to face him. He then mirrored her.
'Okay, let's do it on three.'
Sasuke nodded.
'One . . . Two . . . Three!'
On three, they squeezed their eyes shut and shot forward to press their lips together.
They drew back just as Naruto pranced back into the living room, twisting his pants up around his waist. 'Sorry, I really had to go!' He exclaimed before noticing the deep crimson of his friend's faces, pointedly looking away from one another. 'Hey, are you guys sick or something?'
"Naruto had no idea." Sakura snickers, gulping the rest of her drink through her straw.
He never had any idea, Sasuke thinks, about any of the precious moments he and Sakura shared throughout their childhood. Looking back, it seems as if Naruto had always been absent during their best memories.
Even now, he realizes, Naruto has no idea that the two of them are getting drunk together, having an absolute blast—technically behind his back.
Sasuke wonders if this is coincidence.
He should feel guilty, he knows.
But watching her laugh across the table, watching the absolute cheer dance across her face as she fans the mirthful tears in her eyes—he thinks it's the happiest he's seen her in months.
And suddenly he doesn't feel guilty at all.
When Sakura realizes he's been intently staring at her for the past minute, she blushes for the nth time that night, pushes a pink strand behind her ear, and with eyes anywhere but his, she asks coyly: "What?"
He knows her foot is tapping beneath the table.
"It's nice," Sasuke says, alcohol loosening his tongue and words a little slurred, "to see you so happy."
"You make me happy." She replies without missing a beat.
There's a silence in which those words hang above them, the meaning behind them weighing heavy on both of their hearts.
The simple truth hits them both in the face.
Clearing her throat, Sakura quickly tries to change the subject—back to reminiscing.
"Do you remember when Naruto and Hinata were dared to kiss?"
Through his buzzed haze, Sasuke stiffens.
Not because of the subject of his best friend and that mouse of a girl swapping an innocent kiss long ago—but rather, where and when it happened.
At her twelfth birthday party.
Sasuke hooks a finger around the collar of his hoodie, adjusting to the sudden uncomfortable heat.
"Yeah." He clips, wishing he had another drink, if only for something to hide his panic.
High on her own warm buzz, Sakura continues, absently stirring her straw around the melting ice in her empty glass, oblivious to his miserable state. "I guess looking back, it was kind of weird."
"Yeah." He repeats helplessly, desperate for a change of subject.
"I used to think they had a thing for each other." She admits conversationally, green eyes focused on the languid swirl of her straw. "Even as we grew older, I used to suspect something between them. Maybe I was paranoid. I think I was a little jealous for a while, you know?" Sakura stops herself when a thought strikes her, "Well, I guess you wouldn't really know. I don't think I've ever seen you with someone—romantically, anyway. So I suppose you probably wouldn't understand being jealous." She sighs wearily, "It's a terrible feeling."
Sasuke closes his eyes at the bitter irony, chest twisting.
"Yeah." He says once more, inwardly choking as a plethora of images of she and Naruto swapping salvia flicker through his mind—for six unforgiving years
A sad smile lifts her lips, eyes distant and downcast. She rests her chin in her hand, straw still stirring. "Anyway, that night was pretty crazy."
Sasuke swallows thickly.
"Do you remember . . ." She begins carefully, and Sasuke already knows by the miserable expression on her face and that perpetual sadness in her eyes, that it's that particular memory she is reliving right in front of him. The very memory he sees in his nightmares, and the same memory that haunts him every time he closes his eyes. The hesitance, the sudden edge to her voice and the tenseness of her shoulders—the body language of someone who is vividly recalling the exact moment their heart shattered. The dread in his stomach is enough to make him feel sick. "When we played that game?"
Heart racing, Sasuke tries to breathe. Not even the alcohol is able to dampen the alarm rising through his body. And it's not only the subject itself that makes his fingers tremble and sweat gather in his palms, but rather—
They've never, in all their life, spoke about it.
It was never brought up, never addressed; the ghost of a devastating memory heavy on their shoulders but never acknowledged. Pushed back to the dark recesses of their mind, the perpetual elephant in the room.
"I—yeah." He murmurs, eyes averted, shame rippling over him in rip-tides.
"You know," she continues, eyes downcast, "I'm actually really happy you were so honest with me that night—in the closet, I mean." Of course, he thinks. There was only one place he broke her heart. "I was a little dramatic." Here, she laughs dryly, a laugh that makes Sasuke want to cover his ears and shrink away from the sorrow lacing the sound. But then she looks up at him with a smile. "But, if it wasn't for that, me and Naruto probably would have never gotten together. So, thank you."
Sasuke's world stops.
Wide eyed, her words ring fierce and damning in his head, over and over.
'But, if it wasn't for that, me and Naruto probably would have never gotten together.'
'. . . If it wasn't for that . . .'
Not: 'if it wasn't for you.'
If it wasn't for that.
Translation: If he hadn't broken her heart into a million pieces that very night, Sakura might have been six years deep into a relationship right now—not with Naruto, but with him.
Hell, they probably would have been married right now. Because unlike Naruto, Sasuke wouldn't have wasted a moment to make her his forever. They could have had kids, right now. They could have had a house, right now.
She could have been his, right now.
A nonexistent future flashes through his eyes like a movie reel—the what could have been.
At this harrowing realization and the gaping hole forming in his chest, throat tightening, Sasuke has trouble forming words. His mind blanks and short circuits. Regret digs its razor sharp claws into his heart once more, only this time, he isn't prepared for the intensity of the feeling.
We could have—
"Sakura," he rasps suddenly, throat clenching. "I—"
I'm sorry I ruined everything.
Their waitress abruptly sets down two new drinks in front of them—a Rum and Coke in front of a broken hearted man and a Long Island in front of a wilting woman.
Sakura is quick to pull her drink towards her, sucking down half of it immediately.
"Fuck, Sakura." Words a bit slurred, an elbow comes down hard on the table and he claws a stressed hand through his dark disheveled locks, feeling worse than he ever has in six years. "I didn't realize—"
I fucked up so badly.
So much worse than he even knew.
"Sasuke!" Sakura gasps, taken aback by his blatant distress. She reaches over to rub his broad shoulder, smiling reassuringly. "We were only twelve! It was so long ago, okay? It doesn't matter now, I shouldn't have brought that up, I'm sorry, I don't—I don't know why I did that—" She massages her forehead, feeling utterly stupid and honestly a bit dizzy. "I'm pretty drunk, I think."
"Do you need water?" He asks, concern overpowering his guilt.
She clamps her lips over her straw, shaking her head to decline as she sucks down the rest of her drink.
He orders her water anyway and, much to his relief, the subject is quickly dropped.
Twenty minutes later, after another three drinks and light back and forth chit-chat, Sasuke and Sakura are properly drunk.
The DJ booth plays louder as the nightlife awakens, music rising in pace as more and more college students pour into the establishment.
"I want to dance!" Sakura shouts over the music, leaning forward over the table and nearly knocking her drink over when she grabs at his wrist.
Sasuke flips his palm over and slides his fingers down her wrist until his fingers bravely curl around hers.
"I bet you do." He half-shouts back as he also leans in, smirking.
"Can we?!"
The excitement on her face is everything.
With rum coursing freely through his veins, full of bursting energy, Sasuke nods without hesitation.
Releasing her hand and scooting out of the booth, he nearly topples over when he stands, alcohol hitting him harder than he expects. His palm slaps the tabletop to steady himself.
When Sakura stands, she's far worse off than him and she's immediately falling forward. Sasuke darts forward to catch her, slinking a hand around her waist before she can fall flat on her face. Her lack of balance makes him wobble on his own feet, but with his arm firmly around her small waist, he pulls her back to his chest and carefully steadies her.
"You sure you're okay?" He leans down to breathe in her ear, making sure she can hear him over the rowdy din of the bar.
The feel of her warm body pressed so intimately against his makes butterflies flap against the walls of his stomach.
For a fleeting moment, it feels as if she is his girlfriend.
She giggles drunkenly, both hands coming up to curl around the strong forearm that's still wound around her midsection. "I want to dance!" She exclaims, blatantly avoiding his question. Throwing her head back against his chest, she looks up at him with big round puppy eyes.
Drunk himself and unable to resist her endearing charm, Sasuke shrugs.
Letting his arm slide away from her midsection but keeping it protectively at her side, he weaves them through the tables and bustling waitresses to the dance floor in the back, where several other patrons are waving their beers in the air, swinging their hips and shouting horribly off key in time with the music.
Finding an open space on the dance floor, Sasuke reluctantly lets his hand fall from her waist and lets her do her thing.
Immediately, Sakura is jumping around to the fast beat, drunken smile on her lips. She swings her pink hair side to side, hands raised in the air like there's nothing and nobody in the world. And then she's stumbling toward him, both hands on his shoulders.
"Dance with me!" She huffs wildly, eyes bright.
"You know I don't—" Even under the heavy influence, he knows very well his ability to dance—or rather lack thereof. His words run together, "I don't do that."
"Please!" She begs, still adorably hopping to the beat before him.
Blinking heavy-lidded down at the desperation on her pretty face, his eyes bore into hers, and then they drop to the dramatic jut of her bottom lip.
Fuck it.
And then he's joining her, dancing (more like swaying) blindly, not really knowing what the hell he's doing but not really caring as long as Sakura is having the time of her life.
And that she is—Sakura grabs both of his hands, intertwines their fingers and holds them up between them, bouncing and swaying along with the music, free as he's ever seen her.
The small smirk on his face is inevitable as she sings the lyrics horribly, squeezing their intertwined fingers over and over again, lifting their linked hands to the ceiling and then outward as if she's making him dance.
The unfamiliar song ends quite abruptly, just in time for the intro of a new song. A whimsical keyboard flows through the speakers.
Sakura gasps when she recognizes it immediately, "I LOVE this song!"
As if he doesn't already know that.
His smirk widens.
It's the same song they danced to on prom night, long after Naruto had left prematurely to hit up someone's after party.
At eighteen years old, She had stood there awkwardly off to the side of the punch bowl, wringing her hands together in her lap, bouncy pink curls framing the disappointment on her face and winged eyeliner shaping her downcast eyes.
Sasuke wasted no time in appearing at her side, swooping in the moment he saw his chance.
'Where's Naruto?' He had asked, already knowing the blond had long since bailed.
'A party.' She explained quietly.
Sasuke had leaned back against the buffet table, hands deep in the pockets of his dress pants. He drank in her appearance from the corner of his eye; the sparkling red dress cinched at her waist and flowed outwards around her hips like a dipped rose. The pink little ringlets around her sweet-heart shaped face was the most adorable thing he had ever seen, but the dusted blush on her cheeks and the pop of her red lipstick made her look so stunningly gorgeous that it hurt.
'He's a fucking idiot.' He couldn't help but observe, scowling.
Sakura nodded, softly agreeing as she twiddled her fingers in her lap. 'Yeah . . .'
On the high school dance floor, his obsidian eyes watched the dancing crowd swing their hips, celebrating the last dance of the year.
Then he glanced over, studying the dejection on her face—the slight quiver of her chin.
Making up his mind, heart pounding, he bravely offered her his hand.
Her head snapped up to look at him, glossy eyes wide with surprise.
'You want to dance, don't you?' He offered, just barely keeping himself from stuttering.
'Yes, but—Sasuke . . . I thought you didn't dance—' She tried to reason, but he reached out to take her hand anyway.
'Tonight I do.' He promised.
Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
He led her out to the dance floor, guided her hands to his shoulders and wrapped his hands around her waist. And when the song that's playing now had played then, he twirled her around the dance floor, savoring her bright smile and the flare of her red prom dress as it billowed around her ankles with every spin—sparkling like a million glittering stars each time she caught the light.
And the rest was history.
Sakura releases his hands to swing herself side to side, head thrown back with a cheer of pure joy at the song choice.
"Let my love open the door!" She sings drunkenly, hands in the air.
He watches the lights dance across the happiness on her face, falling even more in love with her, if that were even possible.
Tonight, he decides suddenly, Naruto doesn't exist.
Snatching her hand, he pulls her to his chest before he brings their linked hands above her head, twirling her around several times just as he did prom night. Sasuke's eyes soften with nostalgia, lips quirking as she begins to get dizzy. When he stops her in place, she loses her balance and he reaches out to catch her once more.
"You're so drunk." He whispers in her ear, nose brushing against her soft pink locks.
"So are you!" She shouts back when she's as steady as someone can be after countless Long Islands.
His eyebrows raise in amusement, even as his vision actively blurs. He's far more drunk than he should have allowed himself, but there's just something about her presence that makes reason fly right out the window. He leaves all logic and responsibility behind, living only in this moment where her elation alone intoxicates him.
When the song finally comes to an end, Sakura pants.
"Tired already?" He teases, reaching out to brush the wildly loose hair from her glazed eyes. Sakura catches his hand and holds it to her cheek, smiling up at him.
His heart throbs at the innocently sweet action.
"Thank you so much for bringing me out here tonight, Sasuke." She confesses suddenly, eyes radiant with genuine appreciation.
Sasuke brings his free hand to her other cheek, cradling her face. He delicately caresses her ivory skin with his thumbs, eyes soft. "Aa."
Just then, another song rises through the speakers. But it isn't fast paced nor is it a song they both know.
It's slow, almost melancholy. Completely unfitting for a bar full of drunk college students.
But if the chorus of cheers from everyone around them is any indication, it must be a song everyone else knows.
(He was always there to help her, she)
(Always belonged to someone else)
"Dance?" Sakura asks, still smiling.
Sasuke nods, dropping his hands from her cheeks to guide her hands to his shoulders. He winds his hands around her waist, pulling her flush against him and huffing with silent laughter when she lets out a dramatic oof! as if the bump of their chests actually knocks the wind out of her.
Together they drunkenly sway to the music, eyes locked. And as the lyrics flow through the dancing bodies around them, as the bright neon lights shine down on their faces with a myriad of colors, the world around them blurs into smudges of light and shadows.
(I don't mind spendin' everyday)
(Out on your corner in the pourin' rain)
The world around them disappears until it's just Sasuke and Sakura in an empty room beneath a rainbow of lights and shifting penumbras.
Through his drunken haze, something screams at him that this is wrong.
That he should not be here, with his best friend's girlfriend, completely wasted and completely in love with her.
Red flags raise, alarm bells ring.
But as they continue to slowly sway, stumbling a few times, all internal warnings, along with the rational voice in his head, is snuffed by the glittering lights in her orbs as she continues to stare up at him, bright eyed and beautiful. And smiling.
Smiling like she never does around Naruto—not anymore.
A smile just for him.
(Look for the girl with the broken smile)
Around Naruto, her smiles are short lived, not quite full and never quite reaching her eyes.
He knows she's unhappy.
(Ask her if she wants to stay awhile)
She knows she is, too.
His hands tighten around her waist, heart slamming against his ribcage. Her long eyelashes blink slowly as she watches him, watch her.
And without really realizing it, or even noticing in their drunken state, their faces drift closer.
(And she will be loved, and she will be loved)
He thinks back to all the times Naruto has failed her over the years; the forgotten birthdays, anniversaries, important dates and plans. All the times he put her on the back burner, took advantage of her, treated her like she were a replaceable bauble and not the most perfect girl in the entire world who deserves everything and more.
He thinks of all the times Naruto claimed to be searching for a wedding ring, only to repeat the same excuse five months later. He thinks of every time he left Sakura to cry in the bathroom, in her room, on the couch, in the kitchen. In Sasuke's arms.
(Tap on my window, knock on my door, I . . .)
Their faces inch even closer.
(Want to make you feel beautiful)
He thinks of all the times Sakura would make Naruto dinner only for him to never show up, leaving her with a measly text that explained he would be out late and that he would just reheat it in the microwave. He thinks of all the times she would dress up, spend hours on her hair and makeup only for Naruto to cancel because he's too tired or the games on tonight.
He thinks of all the ways this girl in his arms has been mistreated.
(My heart is full, and my door's always open)
Thinks of all the times she has been left in the dark; left wondering if she's pretty enough, if she's good enough, if she is enough.
(You can come anytime you want, yeah)
And as his lips hover inches from hers, onyx eyes burning into emerald, as he pulls her even closer, as his hands slide up her sides, her ribs, her arms, over the curve of her shoulders and up the column of her slender throat—he knows that she has never been anything less than enough.
(I know where you hide alone in your car)
Hands cupping the back of her head, fingers threaded in her silky hair and thumbs lifting her jaw, he takes a single breath.
(Know all of the things that make you who you are)
The curious wonder in her eyes as she lets him cradle her head is not lost on him. He takes another breath.
'One . . . Two . . . Three!'
His lips crash against hers.
(Yeah, tap on my window, knock on my door, I . . . )
(Want to make you feel beautiful)
Hard, hungry, and raw—mouth moving against hers with everything he's never said, everything he's ever held back, all the love he has never been able to give in the span of six long agonizing years—all rolled into this one, sloppy drunken kiss. He kisses her impatiently but passionately, fingers curling into her hair and forcing her even harder against his mouth, tongue slipping between her lips—
Sakura rips her mouth away from him, pushing against his chest with all her might and stumbles recklessly backwards in shock.
It's only until he blinks and snatches her wrist before she can fall onto her ass that he realizes what he's just done.
Naruto's face drifts through his hazed conscious, alarm zipping through his veins.
I just . . . kissed Sakura.
I just kissed my best friend's girlfriend.
The flash of sobriety and betrayal in her eyes has his heart clenching viciously, and he all at once thinks he might be sick right there in the middle of the dance floor.
But they're both still completely drunk and so all they can do is just stand there and stare at one another as they wobble on their feet.
"Ssasuke . . ." She slurs, eyes wide and frightened as she brings a finger to her lips. "Why—?"
"I . . . " He hesitates.
"Why?" She repeats more firmly.
Because I love you so much I can't even stand it.
"Sakura, I'm sorry—" He stumbles backwards a little, trying to find balance even as the world spins around him. "I shouldn't have—I overstepped—"
He barely has time to gasp when she suddenly leaps into his arms, ankles locked around his waist and lips on his, fingers yanking on his long dark locks. Her warm lips smash against his, drunk and clumsy but eager. Nearly falling backwards with the force of her jump, Sasuke's hands fly up to cup her bottom, staggering to stay balanced.
Her lips sloping against his is the only thing his drunk mind can properly register. The moment he collects himself, he's kissing her back feverishly, all lips and tongue and teeth. His hands tighten around the circumference of her bottom, squeezing and kneading as he continues the assault on her mouth.
She tastes like alcoholic tea—and everything he's ever wanted.
- x -
They stumble out of the cab at 3AM holding hands.
Climbing up the steps to their apartment, they're barely able to keep their hands to themselves as they ascend, stopping every three seconds to clumsily kiss and grope, attempting to make up for six years worth of suppressed longing.
It takes them an entire five minutes to actually enter the apartment, even after they reach the landing.
The second Sasuke throws open the front door, Sakura is yanked in and thrown up against the wall, wrists pinned on either side of her head by his iron grip and his tongue down her throat. She whimpers with pleasure between his aggressive lips and gasps when Sasuke hooks his hands under her thighs, hiking her up against the wall. Her ankles cross at the base of his spine.
Wet tongue still exploring the cavern of her mouth, he rolls his hips against the sweet spot between her legs, letting her feel just how ready for her he is.
How ready he has always been.
The hard outline of his cock presses firm against the damp spot on her flimsy underwear and this time Sakura moans into his mouth.
"Fuck—" She breathes between a kiss just before his lips silence her once more, the wetness between her thighs pooling at the feel of his thick length rubbing against her there. "Sasuke—"
"You have no idea," he rasps against her parted lips, cutting her off and drawing back to take a good look at the pleasure on her expression in the dim-lit entryway. "How long I've wanted this."
Sakura yanks his mouth back to hers, slipping her tongue between his lips and burying her fingers in his hair. She grinds her hips against the hard bulge on his thigh, earning her a deep approving hum in her mouth at her ministrations.
Sasuke wants nothing more than to fuck her right here against the wall.
But a voice in the back of his mind screams at him to take it to the bedroom just in case something—someone—might walk in and catch them in the act.
Because somewhere in the back of his drunken mind, he knows that what he's doing is fucking crazy.
And so he lets Sakura slide back down his body, allowing her aching core the sweet friction it desires as she slides down the front of his hips, gasping when her clit unexpectedly brushes along the textured ridge of his belt.
She drunkenly whines when her wedges touch the ground, but he quickly grabs her face and taps his lips against hers for reassurance.
"Bedroom." He whispers against her panting mouth.
She nods before reaching down to try and take her shoes off—only to fail miserably and stagger forward. Sasuke reaches out to catch her, nearly falling himself.
They both stumble to their knees.
"Help." She begs, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into the crook of his neck where she trails soft, sloppy kisses along his throat.
He wordlessly sits her back on her bottom, one hand on her lower back to steady her as he gently coaxes her ankles out from under her. She keeps her arms wound around his neck as he pulls both of her shoes off and throws them to the side.
He then leans down to scoop her up, nearly falling forward several times despite how lightweight she is. Somehow, he keeps his balance as he stumbles his way through the dark apartment, holding her as close as possible.
With her face buried in the collar of his hoodie and her arms wrapped securely around his neck, Sasuke is the happiest man in the entire world.
He kicks open his door and staggers forward, making triple sure he doesn't drop the girl in his arms. And when he finally clambers his way over to his bed and playfully lets her flop onto the mattress, he doesn't waste a second in climbing right on top of her, desperate lips dominating hers.
Her legs and arms wrap around him, pulling him so tightly against her body he wonders if she's trying to mold them together.
Sasuke draws back breathlessly for a moment, looking down at the shameless hunger burning like fire in her glazed eyes.
"Fuck me." She whispers, reaching between them to squeeze the full bulge on his thigh.
His eyes widen before he groans, fingers moving between her legs and sliding beneath the hem of her dress. They hook around the edge of her panties and he yanks them down her thighs, tugging them down and down until they slide off of her dainty feet.
Throwing them carelessly aside, he forcibly spreads her legs to reveal the sloppy wetness smeared along her inner thighs and coating the lips of her arousal.
In this moment, there are no thoughts—just lust, hunger, and his overwhelming love for the girl spread eagled before him.
Having zero sexual experience doesn't stop him from reaching forward and gliding his fingers along the wet lips between her thighs. His finger experimentally caresses her opening, circling around it and lightly dipping the tip of his finger inside but never quite pushing all the way in. She quivers with a pleading moan at his unfair teasing and that's all it takes for his inflated drunk ego to guide his next actions.
Adjusting himself above her, he taps his mouth to hers as his fingers continue to play along her lower lips, feeling and testing the way she squirms beneath him with each movement. When his fingers glide along a sweet spot that has her eyes widening with a gasp, he repeats the motion—over and over until her chest is heaving wildly and her face twists with pleasure.
"I've never done this." He confesses as his slickened fingers continue to circle her bundle of nerves, too drunk to care what he's admitting and pumped full of liquid courage. "But I'm glad it's with you."
A hazed smile curves her lips and she reaches up to cup his face, "Mm' glad, too."
Her smile quickly turns into an O, however, when he plunges two fingers into her entrance without warning, twisting them against the tightness of her walls before hooking his fingers upward. Feeling the texture of her core around his fingers as he viciously pumps them inside her, he lowers his face and brushes the tip of his nose against hers, savoring every sweet moan that falls from her lips before he's kissing her once more.
He swirls his tongue around hers, the sweet aftertaste of Long Island iced tea mixed with her saliva.
Sakura wriggles beneath him, straining and lifting her hips against his fingers to coax him deeper. She grabs at the nape of his neck, whimpering between his kisses and back arching when he thrusts even harder. An excess of extra liquid trickles into his open palm, warm and so incredibly wet. From the way her body spasms beneath him, he assumes this is a very good thing.
Sasuke stops his assault on her mouth, drawing back just slightly in order to watch her beg and moan. His fingers continue to drive into her like a piston, not pausing for even a second.
Her eyes struggle to stay open, hazing in and out of focus as moan after moan bursts from her lips. When her head begins to fall away from him, his free hand flies up to snatch her chin, forcing her to meet his keen eyes once more. He feels the strange, instinctive need to watch the intense pleasure as it dances across her face, memorizing and burning it into his mind, knowing that he is the one to make her feel this way; her body quakes with ecstasy because his fingers demand it.
He gives a particularly brutal thrust to punctuate his point, dark eyes gleaming when she gasps in delicious surprise.
"Sasuke!"
By now, his own arousal aches so terribly that he's physically unable to bear it any longer. Retracting his slick fingers from her core, he sits up on his knees and reaches down to quickly unbuckle his belt. He slips the belt from his hips and tosses it somewhere in the dark before fumbling with the clasp of his jeans several times. After many embarrassing attempts, he finally shimmies them down his hips along with his boxers.
The moment his throbbing length springs free, he chokes on his spit in surprise when Sakura's slender hands wrap around him.
She sits up, expertly twisting her hands around his cock in a way that has noises he didn't even know he could make falling from his lips. And before he can even register what she's doing, her mouth clamps around the swollen tip.
Sasuke's head falls back, lips parting when she sucks him into her hot mouth, a hand still twisting the base as her tongue twirls endlessly around him.
"Fuck," He gasps, dropping his head back down to watch her take his length in and out of her wet mouth. His eyes widen when he sees her staring right back up at him—full of sinful promise. An electrifying jolt of arousal strikes him as her hungry eyes burn into his, cock twitching against her tongue. "Oh, fuck."
She pops the head out of her mouth and slowly draws back, a string of saliva shimmering in the moonlight peaking through his only window.
Still looking up at him, all bright eyed and wicked, she severs the string with a sensual lick of her lips.
"Have you ever let somebody do . . . this?" She coos devilishly, blowing a playful puff of air over the newly slick tip.
No.
A shiver runs through his whole body and he swallows, inexperienced and unprepared. Heart racing, blood pumping furiously through his veins and chest heaving, the girl beneath him has his mind scrambling in a thousand different directions.
Holy fuck, he can't help but think through his haze as he stares down at her; at this naughty seductress of a Sakura he's never before seen in his entire life.
She leans in to lick the new bead of precum gathered at the slit before her tongue expertly laps the sensitive spot beneath the tip. It's all everything Sasuke has not to whimper at the feeling.
Salacious jade eyes never breaking from onyx, she lifts his length and lets her tongue slide along the underside of him, tracing a throbbing vein from the base all the way up to the tip where she sucks him between her lips again.
And then she's taking him deeper, gliding his solid length to the back of her throat where she gags. The walls of her throat clenching around him forces a soft strangled sound from his lips. She pulls out just to take him back in again, swallowing him over and over until every inch of him is slathered with her excess salvia.
Her hands coast around his hips to grab his bare bottom, forcing him forward and deeper into her mouth. And then her fingers trail down to the front of his legs, lightly digging her nails into the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. The small sting of pain intensifies the ecstasy and a throaty moan finally slips from his throat.
"Fuck . . ." He breathes, blown away by her enthusiastic skill as she works on him, touching him in all the right places with an overwhelming amount of passion. He reaches down, gently brushing pink bangs out of the coy eyes that peer up at him beneath his cock. She gives his tip another artful lick.
Heavy lids lower over obsidian eyes despite his incredulity, unable to fathom how such an innocently sweet girl like Sakura is so deceitfully . . .
Naughty.
It's a surprise not unwelcome in the least. In fact, it only heightens his need for her tenfold.
Sakura's teasing touches make his whole body ripple with pleasure. Her hot mouth feels incredible, so deliciously good; it isn't long before his thighs quiver. His eyes roll into the back of his head with a flutter of his eyelashes when he hits the back of her tight throat; with his entire length buried in her mouth and her lips straining against the V of his hips, the quiver of Sasuke's thighs turn into uncontrollable shakes.
She holds him deep within her throat, hands trailing up and slipping beneath his hoodie to caress his muscled abdomen before slowly dragging them back down to his twitching thighs.
When she unexpectedly pulls back from her mind-blowing deepthroat, an exhale he hadn't realized he'd been holding thrusts from his lungs. But she's swallowing him again before he even has a chance to take a another breath.
"Mm . . ." He hums softly, closing his eyes in an attempt to tame the unrelenting pleasure. She slides him in and out of her throat, gently tugging his sac to pull hips closer.
Lost in a cloud of bliss, Sasuke's heart soars with every suck of her pretty lips, every swallow of her throat around him, every twist of her hand around the base of his cock as she teases the head.
The squelching wet sounds she makes as she works on him, head bobbing perfectly, sends him spiraling dangerously towards the edge of paradise.
Unable to help himself as he nears his peak, he rocks his hips against her mouth, hitting the back of her throat in time with her quickening rhythm. With his fists twisted in her pink locks, he begins to fuck her mouth, every thrust an explosion of euphoria.
And it feels so fucking good.
Too good.
He isn't sure how much more of this torturous foreplay he can take.
"Sakura—!" He gasps suddenly, two fists in her messy pink hair tightening and trying to stop her from making him come before he even has the chance to be inside of her. He winces when she sucks him back into her mouth with a hard suction of her cheeks. He shudders, a long moan escaping his throat. "Wait . . . Sa—"
Her name in his mouth dissipates into a hot exhale when she swallows him completely, hands coasting back around to his ass. Sasuke chokes on his plea, fingers tightening in her hair as the punishing pleasure shoots through his veins, dragging him even closer to the edge.
His eyes widen in alarm when he feels the tight knot ready to burst.
"Wait—!" he fights to pull himself from the heavenly warmth of her mouth. But her hands cupping his backside keeps him firmly in her mouth as her tongue twirls up his length and around the tip before it dips into his slit. Pinching his eyes shut, he bucks his hips back and rips himself out of her mouth with a curse, just shy of peaking down her throat. "Fuck, Sakura!"
Wrenching her head back by a fistful of her hair, saliva stringing from her lips, he dips down and smashes his mouth against hers, silencing her mewling cry as his other hand grips the creamy column of her throat.
Sasuke smirks, butterflies bursting in his stomach when he feels the curl of her own wicked grin against his lips.
Very naughty, indeed.
He then yanks the flimsy dress over her head and pushes her back into the mattress before he rips away her bra, control completely lost. He pulls his hoodie over his head and tugs off his jeans completely, lets it join the growing pile on the side of his bed before his hands are everywhere on her body, obsidian eyes drinking up every inch of her soft naked flesh.
He squeezes her pert round breasts, kneading them as he thumbs over her hard pink nipples before his hands slide down her hips, thighs, and then back up to her breasts, heart racing with the need to touch her anywhere he can get his hands on.
"Please, Sssasuke." She slurs in the dark. "I want you sso bad."
"I want you too, Sakura." He whispers drunkenly, feeling uncharacteristically vocal as he massages her breasts and watches the small O of her mouth like a hawk. "More than anything."
More than you could possibly know.
Nestling himself between her legs, he grabs the back of her thighs and pushes them backward until her knees align with her shoulders and her bare feet dangle on either side of his head—relishing in her soft whimper at the realization that he's going to penetrate her as deeply as physically possible.
Desperate, impatient, and six years overdue, he reaches between them to position the tip of his wet cock at her sopping entrance, other hand tight around the back of her thigh. He slides the tip up and down her slick folds before he pushes into her with a rasping moan, pushing deeper and deeper until his hips meet hers.
She gasps, wide-eyed at his unexpected fullness, hands flying up to desperately wrap around his neck.
Buried to the hilt inside of her, panting furiously, they make eye contact; both drunk out of their minds and wild with need.
As his face hovers inches above hers, he takes this moment to study every detail—the pleasure swimming in her glazed eyes, the desperation. He looks at her bruised parted lips, the dark flush of her cheeks. Messy pink hair fans out around her head, contrasting against the dark navy of his pillows.
She's so beautiful it hurts.
"Please." She breathes, cupping his face and lifting her head to press her lips firm against his, allowing to him taste her raw hunger. She gently rotates her hips, watching the blissful surprise flash across his face as she rolls his cock around her tight inner walls. "Please, Sasuke."
Nodding with a swallow, he pulls himself out only to glide steadily back into her, wincing with pleasure.
"I—" he pants between the first slow thrusts, suddenly unable to help the regret spilling from his heart, "I'm sorry about that night." Another ripple of pleasure flows through him when his hips roll back into hers. His teeth clench. "I never should have"—a soft hum escapes him as he slides into her particularly deep—god she feels so fucking good—"never should have said that to you."
A guttural moan leaves her lips as his thickness stretches her walls to the max with every thrust. She slowly blinks up at him through her daze. "W-What?"
"That night." He slurs through vicious pants, determined to confess, "At your birthday party. In the—In the closet. I said things—"
Too intoxicated to grasp what he's trying to say, her eyes tighten with confusion and she parts her lips as if to speak. But when his thickness fills her again, almost to the point of pain, a keening, slow moan escapes her instead. "You feel sssooo good, Sasuke. Please don't stop."
He pulls out before driving into her hot core once more, jaw tight with the attempt at keeping himself from groaning at the sensation.
"I never should have—" he tries again, repeating himself over and over, not able to properly collect his thoughts in his drunken stupor. "I never should have said—I never—should have—I never—"
Sakura grabs his face, hazy concern flashing in her eyes before she hushes him softly. "Shhh, it's okay." And she doesn't quite know what he's talking about. But she does know that she wants him to fuck her harder.
"Harder, Sasuke." She whispers against his lips, voice breaking as it boarders on a whine. "Fuck me harder. Please."
At the wanton plea in her eyes, he reluctantly swallows back his regret.
Sasuke suddenly pulls himself back out of her.
Alarm flashes across her glazed eyes. "Sas—?"
He drives into her with a force that shoves the bed frame into the wall, slamming his cock into her as fast, deep, and as hard as his strength will allow. She screams out, body lurching with every merciless buck of his hips.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Keeping his upper body pressed against hers, with the back of her thighs sandwiched between their chests, he kisses her sloppily—tasting her as he pounds her into the mattress, feeling himself grow harder with every whispered plea she makes between their lips.
Again, that tiny voice in the back of his mind nags at him—that this is so beyond fucked up. So wrong. That when he wakes tomorrow, everything he's ever built between him, Sakura, and Naruto will be broken forever.
The voice screams through his clouded consciousness; that they shouldn't be having sex drunk, nor having sex at all. And not only should they not be having sex, but their first time should not be this animalistic drunken disaster born out of sheer impulse and unhealthy repressed feelings.
They're a total mess driven by one man's quest for love and one woman's capricious desire.
But he only slams his cock into her harder, deeper, fasterfasterfaster—grunting at the delicious pleasure rippling over him with every snap of his hips. Forcing her legs back even further and granting him greater access to her exposed flower, he takes the opportunity to pull out completely. Before she can protest the sudden loss, he dips his head down and licks the messy lips between her thighs.
She startles with a gasp at the feeling, lifting her head to watch the way his tongue travels along her core. He sucks her sensitive bud between his lips before swirling his tongue around her at a pace that has her thighs quivering and struggling beneath his grip.
With his fingers locked firmly around the back of her thighs, she wiggles her hips in mock resistance, knowing she couldn't escape him if she tried. The concept of being forcibly restrained by him makes her core pulse. When she openly struggles against his grip, he pins her thighs to her chest harder, fingers digging into her flesh as he laps at her lower lips without mercy.
"Don't stop," She begs, burying her fingers in his hair and snatching at his silky dark locks.
He grunts at her fierce grip as his tongue dances around her, licking up her juices without hesitation. She tastes sweet and salty; a flavor he wouldn't mind tasting every night for the rest of his life.
Suddenly, he stops to look down at her; at the pure ecstasy on her face, the perpetual O of her lips, the euphoria dusted emerald eyes under heavy-lids.
A wicked smirk lifts his lips.
And then he lifts himself up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, directs his cock back to her aching opening, forces her thighs back to her chest, and with one snap of his hips, plunges back into her again.
Head thrown back, she lets out a shrill cry.
"Sa—suke!" Every scream of his name is punctuated by a brutal thrust. Skin slapping angrily, headboard ramming against the wall, bedsprings squeaking, she continues to cry out. "Yes! Sa—suke! Har—der! Oh—god! Fuck—fuck—fuck!"
He fucks her fast and hard just like she begs him to, letting six years of built up frustration drive the hips that are viciously railing into hers.
He sets an unforgiving, almost punishing pace that has her losing her mind, green eyes rolled back and hands blindly flying out to hold on to anything within reach. The constant wet squelch of where they're intimately joined and the tight walls of her core clenching and unclenching around him has Sasuke himself losing his sanity.
He leans down to press a chaste kiss to her lips before he draws back, a drop of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto hers. Energy he didn't even know nor realized he had spurs his hips onward, muscles flexing and straining as his whole body works to fuck his girl senseless.
"Please—please—please!" She begs as she throws her head back, tears forming in the corners of her closed eyes. "Oh, god—Sa—suke! Please! I'm—so—close—!"
In his frazzled state, he can't help but notice that she sounds far better in real life than she ever has in his wildest dreams—her soprano pleas in his ear make his stomach clench with the nearing of his release.
And when the walls of her core undulate around his length, she falls apart beneath him with a piercing cry, fingernails digging deep into his back and clawing down his shoulder blades. The sharp pain of her nails scratching down his slick skin only heightens the pleasure. Her toes curl on either side of his head.
It's only seconds later that he finally loses himself.
His eyes widen before he pinches them shut, a shout tearing through his lips as he hides his face in her neck. He tenses, cock pulsing deep inside of her as something warm and euphoric bursts between his legs. An orgasm rips through his whole body, explosive heat zipping through every spasming muscle.
Stars speckle behind his closed lids, eyes rolling back as he finally releases what he's been desperately holding back for nearly forty-five minutes straight. He whimpers against her neck; deep, broken hums of pleasure vibrating against her skin as he rides out the last of his powerful orgasm, lost in the heavenly clouds of completion.
Sasuke softly groans as he finally pulls out, cock still tingling and twitching with the aftermath. For a moment, still forcing her thighs to her chest, he sits back to watch as his liquid dribbles out of her body and trickles downward.
She's mine, he thinks drunkenly, completely irrational. Not his. She has never fucking been his.
He leans down to press a soft kiss on her clit, massaging the back of her bruising thighs in apology for his harsh grip.
Letting her legs fall back to the mattress on either side of him, he collapses on top of her with a relieved sigh. She wastes no time in wrapping her arms around his sweaty naked body, burying her face in his hair.
"I—" he pants quietly, guilt striking his conscious as fast as lightening, "I didn't mean to be so rough—"
"S'okay," She whispers as she runs her fingers through his hair and lightly scratches his scalp. Sasuke inwardly purrs at the feeling, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and trailing lazy wet kisses under her jaw, lapping at the salty sheen of sweat on her skin.
He feels her slender body rise and fall with heavy breathing beneath him, feels her heartbeat thrumming as fervently as his own. The slick sweat and heat between their naked bodies is cathartic.
A blanket of satisfaction lays upon the two wasted best friends, even as the world is still drunkenly spinning around them.
So warm and peaceful, with nothing but the rasp of their pants filling the silence, they hold each other. He listens to her heartbeat, racing in her jugular and slowing with every passing minute.
Eventually, he rolls off of her and pulls her onto his chest, tucking her head beneath his chin and gliding his hands along her sticky bare back. His fingers run up the ridge of her spine before they thread into her messy pink locks, feeling as if he's somehow living in a dream.
Because this is Sakura in his arms.
Correction: a sleepy, spent, and naked Sakura in his arms.
The reality of what they've done doesn't hit them, however, because they're still wasted out of their minds and clouded by the sweet rapture of their coupling, tingling from head to toe.
Tugging the blankets over their bodies, he nuzzles his nose into the crown of her soft pink hair as he massages her scalp, deeply inhaling the light vanilla scent of her shampoo and kissing the top of her head every so often. She moans softly against his bare chest, snuggling even closer and bringing a hand up to caress his sweaty torso—fingers gliding along his skin just like day he fell in love with her.
I love you, he wants to whisper to the girl in his arms, but finds he is unable break such a peaceful silence.
They lay like this for what feels like hours, tenderly massaging and caressing each other as if they have been lovers for an eternity and more. It isn't until the amber dusk of sunrise spills into the room and across their naked bodies that they finally fall asleep in one another's arms.
The calm before the storm.
A/N: Please don't forget to leave a review and let me know what you think :D ~Sloshi