DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
WARNING: A little bit of lemon/smut towards the end of the chapter.
+ SASUKE +
THE EPITOME OF CONTROL I AM NOT
Hungry Eyes – Eric Carmen
Hinata's been avoiding me.
Nothing new there. I just thought that maybe after what happened between us, she'd be a little bit friendlier. But it's been two weeks of nothing from her. Maybe she needs time to cope with the loss of her virginity or something.
I shift uncomfortably on my seat as flashes of that afternoon run through my head. Fuck, I can't have a boner in class.
Anyway, it's been two weeks. That thing with the newspaper died a natural death when a cheating scandal between a celebrity couple broke out. All eyes turned on that direction and speculations about me and Hinata were pretty much forgotten instantly. People tried to glean as much information as possible, but both the Uchiha and Hyuuga families kept quiet. So, yeah. People got bored and they moved on to a much juicier scandal.
If only moving on is that easy. We're not even dating or whatever. We had sex. That's it. I should not be thinking about it all the time. It should not be important. She obviously doesn't think so, either.
But fuck, I want to do it again.
Was sex with Hinata the best I ever had? No, I don't think so. I've slept with a lot of women before and all of them were proactive in bed. I preferred it that way. But with Hinata… well, she mostly just laid there on my bed. Moaning and writhing in pleasure.
Little Sasuke perks up at the memory. As if I haven't been jerking off to that every day. I think I jerked off these past two weeks more than any other time in my entire life.
"Sasuke?"
I jerk (heh) back to the present. Chouji's standing on the doorway, looking at me in confusion.
"Are you okay?" he asks. I just stare at him as though he's asking a stupid question. "Class is over for, like, two minutes now."
I look around. Sure enough, classroom is empty. Except for me. Who's still sitting here and daydreaming about a deflowering that happened a long time ago. Joke's on me, I guess. Chouji waits as I take my time in joining him. I don't even remember why he's waiting for me, but I don't want to make it obvious that I'm out of it today.
Chouji gives me a look as we start walking somewhere. Thankfully, he doesn't ask why I'm being absent-minded. "Shikamaru's going to meet us in the cafeteria. Naruto's not replying to my text, though. He's probably playing hooky again."
Right. Another group project. I suppress a sigh. "Why are we meeting in the cafeteria?" They know I don't like crowded places.
"Naruto suggested it," Chouji explains, shrugging. "And you agreed to it. Remember?"
Apparently, I don't remember much of anything these days. Except for that one afternoon two fucking weeks ago. "Tell Naruto he's out if he doesn't show…" I stop short as I see who just entered the cafeteria, "… up. And that we'll be at the fucking cafeteria."
"Gotcha," Chouji says, already on his phone.
I keep track of Hinata's movement. After getting some food, she looks around for a table. There's not that many people, so there's plenty of vacant space. So why the fuck did she choose to sit beside a certain wannabe, redhead rockstar? I grit my teeth. She gave me her virginity and then ignored me for two weeks. It's a little unfair.
"Hey, Chouji?"
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you get us some food and I'll get us a table?"
"Sure," Chouji complies eagerly.
And so I approach Hinata and her… companion. They stare at me as I lower myself down the opposite chair – right in front of Hinata, who starts blushing furiously.
"Afternoon," I greet them, "Hope you don't mind us joining you. Everywhere else is full."
I have rendered them speechless. At least, Hinata is. The person beside her? I can't tell. I doubt if anyone can. He just stares at me without an ounce of expression.
"W-what are you doing here?" Hinata asks shakily, looking around the cafeteria. For what? Paparazzi?
"Chill," I assure her, "My good friend Chouji is over there getting food while the other two are gonna be here soon. One of them is Naruto."
"Still doesn't explain why you're here on this table," she hisses quietly at me, "And cut that crap about everywhere else is full. There are at least 10 unoccupied tables."
Fuck, she looks adorable like this – eyes blazing, cheeks flushed, lips thinned in annoyance. "Why?" I glance at the person beside her, who is still staring at me. "Am I interrupting or something?"
"What? No!" she denies – a little too strongly for my taste. "But we're bothering Gaara. He got here first."
"It's fine." This Gaara person replies, still not tearing his eyes from me. I'm starting to feel even more irritated.
"Looks like he's done eating, anyway."
"I'm not leaving her alone with you."
The fuck is that supposed to mean? "What, you think I'm going to hurt her? In the middle of the cafeteria?"
"There are other ways to hurt people, aside from physically. There's mentally and emotionally."
I'm dumbfounded for a sec. And then Chouji chooses that moment to arrive with Shikamaru in tow.
"I don't know what you wanted," Chouji announces, placing a fully loaded tray on the table, "so I just grabbed whatever. Anyway, I didn't know we're sharing a table with other people."
"Listen here, motherfucker," I grit out quietly, leaning slightly across the table, "You don't know shit about us. You don't know me, and I don't know you. I don't even fucking care about you. But let me just say this: I will never hurt Hinata."
"Yes, I don't know you nor do I fucking care about you," Gaara retorts calmly, "So why the fuck should I take your word for it?"
There's an awkward pause. Me and this Gaara person are glaring daggers at each other while Chouji and Shikamaru are still standing up, waiting with bated breaths.
"Uchiha?" Hinata asks, getting to her feet, "A word?"
The stubborn side of me wants to stay and challenge this expressionless fucker to fist fight right here, right now. But rationality wins and I get up to follow Hinata out of the cafeteria. She stops in an empty hallway.
"W-what's wrong with you?" she mutters as she wraps her arms around herself protectively.
Did I scare her? Fuck. I lean against the opposite wall. "I'm sorry."
"Y-you show up out of nowhere and then… are you p-picking a fight? With someone who was minding his own business?"
"I'm sorry," I repeat, "Okay? I just… I saw you with him and I –"
"Are you saying it's my fault?"
"No, just…" Words. Feelings. I have to express my feelings through words. Swallowing my pride, I forge on ahead. "You've been avoiding me these past two weeks. You didn't even answer my calls or replied to any of my messages." I feel like I've been duped. But, of course, I didn't say that out loud. I'm already embarrassed as fuck.
"Oh." She seems surprised by what I said.
Can't blame her. I'm surprised with myself, as well. I may or may not have spent the last two weeks researching about mental health. For what, I don't know. Do I have mental health problems? I don't know. Maybe. But I have definitely been an asshole. An asshole with zero dating experience. So I researched about that. Which then led me to reading about introverts and mental health problems. Is Hinata an introvert? Seems like it. Does she have mental health problems? Maybe. Maybe that's why she's been avoiding me.
"U-uhm…" Hinata mumbles, "About that… I lost my phone. That day."
Oh. I thought she was having an existential crisis about losing her virginity.
"Did you leave it at my place?" I ask her quietly, trying hard not to smile. She's not avoiding me on purpose. And she said, 'that day'. It means she's not in denial about it.
"I don't know," she answers just as quietly.
I want to hug her so bad. I must restrain myself from reaching out and grabbing her. A horde of students suddenly appeared and are walking down the corridor. I wait for them to pass by. I haven't seen Hinata in two weeks and somehow, she looks… different? It's not like she got a haircut, gained weight, or lost weight. No, nothing like that. She just looks more beautiful than the last time I saw her. Laying on my bed. Moaning and writhing in pleasure.
"S-stop staring at me like t-that," she whispers, face flushing and eyes avoiding mine.
"Like what?"
"L-like you want to e-eat me."
"I do want to eat you," I confide, "Again."
Hinata gasps and finally looks at me in disbelief. That I would say it out loud is such a surprise for her. So adorable. I take out a business card (yes, I have business cards) from my wallet and hand the card to her, making sure our fingers brush. She shivers from the contact.
"Call me," I murmur. We're mere inches apart, but I dare not take the remaining space. I will definitely do something and I'm not sure if I can stop if I do. Hinata gasps again as she finally notices a not-so-little problem in my pants. "Bathroom."
And with that I walk away. Any second longer and I would have taken her right there, in the middle of the hallway. I go back to the cafeteria after calming down. Hinata's gone, of course. But at least there wasn't a crumpled business card on the table.
V^^V
I know that the whole point of giving her my number is so that she gets to be the one to make the next move, but I feel like I have gotten to know her so well that I stopped expecting anything from her. I'm not delusional. I know she's not going to contact me.
So when the opportunity presents itself, I seize it.
After a brief hiatus, Hinata and Naruto are back to having their singing lesson. For some unknown reason – and seriously, who cares – the planned musical was having troubles so any rehearsals or whatever were postponed. Hence why Hinata's been MIA for two weeks. I knew about the hiatus because Naruto was so happy to be back at basketball practice. And I found out about the resumption of their lesson because Naruto won't stop whining about it. He liked hanging out with her, but basketball has always been his passion. Not singing.
So here I am. Lurking outside the practice room. Waiting for the lesson to be over and for Naruto to leave so that I can be alone with Hinata. What am I going to do? I don't know. Whatever happens, happens. And if she doesn't want me here, well. I'm not delusional, but I am optimistic.
The door finally opens. I straighten up from my slouch against the wall.
"Sorry, I gotta rush," Naruto is saying, "I have to go to this thing and – the fuck are you doing here, bastard?"
I glare at him. "Go. Now."
The idiot hesitates and glances back at Hinata who's standing frozen by the piano. "You guys have plans or something?" Naruto asks her.
"Yes," I answer for her, moving to block the door, "Now go away."
Naruto narrows his eyes at me in suspicion. "Hinata-chan? Are you going to be okay?" My back is to her so I can't see her reply, but Naruto seems satisfied with whatever it is. He nudges me on the shoulder and whispers, "Be sure to get her home safely. And be nice, okay? I really gotta go now. See you tomorrow, Hinata-chan!"
"B-bye."
For a few moments, there was nothing but the sound of Naruto's retreating footsteps. And then, silence. It's just the two of us now. Wordlessly, I shut the door and lock it. Hinata's still frozen by the piano. She doesn't look scared, though. Apprehensive, maybe. And a little nervous, judging by her shifty eyes. It's only been a few days since I saw her in the cafeteria, but I fucking swear she's gotten even more beautiful.
I was going to say something cool. Like I missed you or some sappy shit like that. But when our eyes meet, all rational thoughts in my head are gone. I switch the lights off. Except for a sliver of light coming from the hallway, the room is dark. I'm still standing next to the door.
"Come here," I call out to Hinata softly.
Like I said, I'm not delusional. So I'm expecting her to argue and demand what I'm doing or even hesitate. It's pretty clear what my intentions are right now. But no. She walks right up to me. The dimness of the room is a big help, I guess.
She stops a foot away from me. And for a few moments, we just stand here looking at each other. When I can't handle all this tension any longer, I grab her by the waist and crush her mouth under mine. I'm kissing her desperately. I don't even care. Neither does Hinata – judging by the way she clings to me. It's almost like she's as desperate as I am. Did she miss this as I did? Do I dare to hope?
We're both breathing heavily by the time we part our lips. While we were kissing, we apparently switched positions. She's now against the wall and I'm pressing into her. This is like those times we made out in this room. Except, now one leg is between hers and one hand is under her bra. Fuck, I miss this.
"S-Sasuke," Hinata moans oh so sweetly as I squeeze her breast.
"Want me to stop?" I ask, even as my other hand travels to the place that I also miss the most. It's soaked. She's soaking wet, holy shit. I groan against her neck, "Hinata."
"H-Hurry," she whines, grinding herself on my hand.
It's frenzied. Our need for each other is far greater than anything else at this moment. In this dimly lit practice room of our school where anyone can just peek inside. See me with my hand inside Hinata's panties. Her juices trickling down my wrist. See Hinata throw her head back in climax. I watch her. She's so fucking beautiful like this. I always have condoms with me, but I'm in such a hurry and so fucking horny that I come grinding against her thigh. In my underwear.
March 25, 2022 – And that concludes the lemon part of the story, lol. Hinata and Sasuke are still fuck buddies (I think? Maybe?) I just won't write them in detail. Not one of my strengths, lemons.
As always, HUGE THANK YOU for the support. Be safe.