A/N: Hey! I'm saving here all prompts and drabbles I write for SS that are based on phrase prompts.
Title: The one where Sasuke gets cockblocked by a dress
Rating: M
Prompt: 23. "I can't breathe in this dress, can we please hurry up."
Word Count: 1784
Romance/Humour
Originally posted on tumblr on Jun 26th, 2019
It was madness.
The thump of her back hitting the wall reverberated in the room. She gasped, surprised by the unexpected motion.
She reached forward, looking for purchased, anything that could hold her to this reality.
A second thump pinned her to the wall with more vigour, pushing her higher, and pressing her tighter.
Her breathing was uneven; erratic and desperate.
It was madness, she repeated to herself, the euphoria and exhilaration consuming her. But she never felt so in her element than now.
The dim light of the lamp pole invaded the room through the gaps of the window, and that was her only guide. The darkness enveloped her, the room, them.
Before she could reach again, her wrist was snatched viciously and pinned above her head – as much as her body, it was trapped, and she was at his mercy.
She shivered when she felt him closer, the soft pants caressing her collarbone. She left her head tilt back, meeting the wall with a soft thud. She whimpered in anticipation.
A hot and searing trail was left in the wake of his tongue until he found her pulse point. He nipped her sweet spot, that place where her neck met her shoulder, pressing his teeth lightly and then lapping the scratch before he could break skin.
The alluring movement was spellbinding; her eyelids were heavier in an instant, her breathing hitched, and she wasn't sure who she was anymore. She was thankful though, as her legs weakened considerably, that she was pinned to that wall.
He stopped his torture when her pants were the only thing they could hear in the quiet room and then proceeded to trace sloppy wet kisses from her throat to her jawline.
Her free hand snapped in his direction and was quickly captured by a much larger one. Without breaking skin contact, he continued his ministrations, until he reached her ear only to whisper a disapproving tsk sound. A shudder ran through her spine and she arched forward, pressing every inch of her against him. Instinctively he pushed back, sealing any space between them.
She was disappearing, lost in desire, and she could only feel; the desperation of each act, the longing, and the—
Something was wrong.
She opened her eyes, more alert than she had been the whole night, she searched for any signs of danger.
She found a head full of messy raven locks splayed under her chin, and she wished she could free one of her hands and just fist a handful of his hair.
The feeling that she was somehow vanishing came back when she noticed sparkling spots dancing around her, and the sound of her own pants fading as if she was submerged under water.
She finally understood then, that this stupor and giddiness that was overwhelming her had nothing to do with their actions – well at least not entirely.
"I can't breathe in this dress; can we please hurry up."
Her words were barely a whisper; she didn't hear a reply and she didn't feel anything else either. And if it was even possible, the room became darker, immersing her in void.
"…kura."
A light buzz rang in her ears, muffling everything around her. As it started to decrease exponentially, she could hear a familiar voice approaching her gradually.
"Sakura?"
"Hmm?" She brought a hand over her forehead and tried to sit up, however a hand pressed her shoulder back down.
"Good, you're awake."
She knew that voice… Sasuke-kun?
"What happened?"
"You fainted?" He offered, as if he wasn't sure himself.
"What?"
"The dress. It was too tight, and then the wall... you couldn't breathe."
"Oh…"
When she opened her eyes, blinking a few times to adjust them to the light, the first thing she saw was him. And she couldn't help but to give him a faint smile.
He hovered over her; a hand placed on each side of her head. His white shirt was half opened, and the sleeves rolled up. His dark locks lurched forward, brushing against her cheeks.
The intimacy of the moment flickered in her eyes, making them gleam, while his worry – one that was only visible through a tiny crease between his eyebrows – warmed her heart.
"How are you feeling?"
"Mmm," he moved away from her, giving her some space, and Sakura lifted herself onto her elbows, "just a little dizzy."
Feeling his gaze upon her, she locked eyes with his mismatched ones, and he lowered them suddenly, as if he wanted to hide, ashamed of something. Was he regretting this?
She searched for any signs, any clues, that could help her understand the person that was kneeling in front of her. Pursing her lips, she tried to organize the right words... was it too fast? Do you want to—
His eyes dropped to her form, but it never met hers again, and she noticed the tinge of pink springing over his neck and ears. Instantly, she followed the same path, looking down herself.
She paled.
What the—
She could feel the color draining from her face and then raising back up, boiling her skin.
Glancing down one more time, just to make sure she wasn't in a dream – or nightmare – she found the object that was responsible for such destruction: a kunai, right beside her waist.
The connection was made quickly, and he didn't need to explain any further, she was a smart cookie: said kunai, that was probably property of her boyfriend, had cut through the bodice of her corset and part of the dress, freeing her from the breathtaking prison she had brought upon herself.
The quick thinking and action probably saved her from any further scares, however, her dress was in pieces – as was her dignity.
The ruined corset fell in two parts, rested on each side of her, exposing her torso and breasts consequently.
She wasn't a prude, but the situation she was in – full of expectations and firsts – made her curse her luck, her life choices, and Ino.
Ino who had convinced her that corsets were sexy.
Ino who had brought her to that store.
Ino who had helped her get ready for this damn ball.
She remembered how the blonde had crisscrossed the ribbons that laced the back of her dress, how she had done a tidy job, and how she had said that being a little uncomfortable through the night was part of being a woman.
Sakura scoffed inwardly.
She had stopped caring about these things long ago, however, when Sasuke indulged her in going to the Spring Ball – a civilian celebration – Sakura was eager to impress him, for she was a civilian after all and he hadn't seen her in a gala dress yet!
Although the distress of her outfit had paid off, as Sasuke couldn't take his eyes off of her the whole time, this was not what she expected to happen by the end of the night.
It was long due, and they have been dancing around each other for a long time. She couldn't take that tension any longer, and she knew he couldn't either.
But… this was not how she imagined her first time would be. This was not how she imagined her boyfriend would see her naked or half-naked for the first time.
She was sure that by now her blush covered half of her body, including all of the exposed parts. She could feel it; it burned her, and it grounded her.
It took her three more deep breaths before she slapped her hands up and covered herself, crossing her arms over exposed skin.
The apologetic look he threw her way dimmed the situation a little. She could see he was as embarrassed as herself, and although this mishap was unexpected, it was necessary.
She cleared her throat, preparing herself for an awkward conversation, when the banging against the front door started.
They were still in the entrance of the living room, their tryst had barely started, and she remembered clearly how she was pinned against that damn wall, right beside the front door.
The knocking didn't subside and the panic of people seeing her like this made her move swiftly. Sakura sat up and pushed herself against the wall for leverage, bringing the two pieces of the ruined corset together to cover her.
"OPEN UP, TEME!"
"Did you call Naruto?!" She whispered, hissing at Sasuke who was still frozen in the same place.
"I CAN HEAR VOICES… SAKURA-CHAAAAN, ARE YOU ALIVE?"
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"What did you tell him?"
"Uh—that you passed out?"
"What exactly did you tell him?"
"That I brought you home and I made you faint." Sasuke said nonchalantly, as if it was a regular occurrence.
"What? You didn't make anything, you idiot! This stupid dress did!" Yeah, ok, and the wall.
Sakura made a fist, ready to fling a light-hearted punch his way but stopped. Remembering her situation, she retreated her arm and quickly covered herself again. Sasuke smirked.
"DID THE BASTARD KILL YOU?"
"Yeah, I killed her, and this is her ghost talking!" Sasuke shouted back behind his shoulder.
"Shut up! You know how he gets when we talk about ghosts – especially here." She gestured to the room, and then to the Uchiha symbol that was painted in one side of the wall.
Sakura had just snapped her hand back to hold the corset in place when the front door was flung open and then fell to the floor.
Naruto ran to them, kneeling beside Sasuke and looking at her as if he wanted to reach out and touch her, to see if she was alive, if she was real.
Sakura chuckled. Shaking her head, she considered that their best friend's concern was genuine, and she would let this dramatic reaction pass; she had scared both of them after all.
When Naruto confirmed she was really ok, he left his eyes trail over the 'crime scene' as he called it. He took in her disheveled state: tousled hair, ripped clothes, swollen kissed lips, and a handful of red and purple marks adorning her collarbone.
He raised a brow, smirking mischievously, and elbowing Sasuke on the ribs. "That good huh?"
When nobody replied, probably too shocked with the blonde's audacity, he continued: "Come on, she fucking passed out. I didn't know you had it on you bastard. Congrats!"
"SHUT UP DOBE!"
"NARUTOOOO!"
Sakura chanced a look at her boyfriend, her viridian eyes piercing him with an unspoken question. He nodded to the bedroom and she quickly sprang in action.
"Run…" Sasuke whispered to Naruto, for he knew that once Sakura had a shirt on (his shirt!), she'd go berserk on the number one knucklehead.
A/N: Run, Naruto, run! xD