i think what i most love to read about when i read smut is cunnilingus. like, there is so much you can do with it metaphorically and figuratively and i just. oral sex, one of the unknown wonders of this world. i'll probably never experience it, but y'know, the written stimulation should be enough for me to satisfy myself.
so, without further ado: sasuke getting some hinata pussy because he LOVES her and her pleasure is IMPORTANT.
it all begins with hinata's kinesiology final.
she's rambling about it constantly nearly three weeks before it's supposed to happen, fretting over review books and note cards to no end. sasuke doesn't mind so much, as he has his own finals to fret about as well, and her chatter is a nice touch to what was once an empty condo home to the one person living in it: him. every now and then he'll shut her up with a kiss and she'll laugh in his arms and they'll end up spooning, which despite the lack of sexual activity, is actually pretty nice. intimacy with hinata, he's discovered, does not necessarily have to involve something sensual, though he does hope for that kind of sensation some day. for the time being, simple kisses and hickies are more than enough for his pleasure.
as to hers, however, he has some ranging ideas. he never tells her, but she twists in her sleep a lot; moans at random points in the night and almost always has one hand in between her legs. sasuke knows that it's as common for girls to get off as it is for guys, which has him wondering why she doesn't bother telling him that she satisfies herself in her sleep. he's more than willing to help her orgasm if it means growing closer to her and boosting her self confidence. she's never been one to vocally express her appreciation of the physical facets of a relationship. the first time they locked lips, she nearly died of embarrassment and couldn't speak to him on the phone without blubbering incoherently because she believed she'd been terrible at it.
(she was, of course, anything but.)
in these recent weeks especially, sasuke has been mentally running through a list he started in his head a few weeks ago. generally it's comprised of ways in which he might help make her feel good, but if one really wanted to be specific, the list is just a bunch of sex pleasers. he's considered fingering and stimulation of different points and even the use of vibrators. nothing quite stands out as much as one particular practice, though. sasuke closes his eyes, hums; imagines his mouth on her, in her. oh, if men could have holes like that. he would have made it a priority to have someone's mouth on him every night.
hinata exclaims incoherently, dragging him out of his thoughts. she's seated on a bar stool, and her head is stuck in a textbook. sasuke smiles affectionately, watching as she murmurs insistently to herself about some medical terminology. the pinch of her brow and curve of her lip convey an obvious annoyance and frustration that has been building up for weeks. sasuke pours out two cups of the tea that he brewed for them and heads over to where she is, a mischievous little plan forming itself in his head.
"thank you," hinata murmurs warmly when he hands her her cup, and she kisses him on the cheek before returning to her terminology. he counts the total seconds that she managed to look away from her work, and comes up with two. this is perfect; this is ideal. there is no better time for him to ease her nerves a bit and allow her a chance to breathe. his gaze dips to her legs, which are all uncovered skin save for the overhang of a large sweatshirt of his that she's wearing. he knows she's not wearing any panties either, because he did the laundry this morning and counted the full fifteen pairs.
sasuke takes a large gulp of chamomile tea and sloshes it around in his mouth before swallowing. he's heard some pretty good things about lady cum, but he doesn't want to take any chances. the warm, slightly prickling flavor of the tea washes all over his teeth and gums and tongue, and he lets out a breath. hinata, too mired in her finals preparation, does not even pay him a second glance.
it takes a while for him to decide where to start, but he settles on the parts of her thighs that if crossed would make a 'v'. hinata is stockier here, more muscled as a result of rigorous years of taking tae kwon do. sasuke opens his mouth, then closes his teeth around the firm skin and bites, gently. hinata gives a little jump and moves her book away from her face to peer down at him in an accusatory fashion. "what do you think you're doing?" she asks, and he can instantly tell that she's fighting back the urge to smile.
"helping you," he deadpans, then adds quickly, "relax."
she blushes, to his delight. "sasuke, i. . ."
sasuke studies the expression on her face for a moment before saying stoically, "if you don't want it, i won't do it."
"no, no, i didn't say that!" the color of hinata's cheeks transcends to a faint scarlet, and she looks away from him.
"so you want me to, then."
"i—"
"just," he murmurs then, right onto her skin, tongue tasting beads of sweat, "just tell me when to stop."
she swallows.
"okay."
he reverts back to kissing the skin of her thighs, a mantra running through his head: bite, lick, suck, repeat. hinata is surprisingly quiet above him, her hands clamped onto either end of her textbook as she continues to read.
it's surprising, the number of wet dreams he's had compared to the number of times he's actually researched sex. looking right at her vagina, sasuke has no idea what he's doing. he does, however, have a curiosity-driven urge to taste, and a split-second flick of his tongue has him tasting something both salty and sweet. interest piqued, he continues with another stroke, this time tracing the tip of his tongue down one side of her outer lips. hinata makes no musical sound, simply sighs and spreads her legs a little further apart. a warm wetness starts to seep out from her core, carrying with it a tantalizing smell. sasuke licks his lips, darts a momentary glance up to hinata's face.
not one ounce of protest is written into its angles, thank god.
he brings either of his hands up to hold her down by the hips, lest she begin to rock against him and, as a result, fall off her chair. his first languish of her inner lips is enough to wrench a gasp from her. the book in hinata's hands trembles slightly, though she refuses to let go. sasuke laps up at her initial juices with gusto, enjoying the taste of them more with each consecutive stroke. he draws his tongue across her in different shapes, listens for the reactions. an oval has her breathing heavily, a figure eight moaning just under her breath. she curls one of her hands into his hair and pushes him closer, rasping lustily, "don't. . . don't stop.'
'didn't plan on it,' he whispers, and he takes a leap of faith by slipping his tongue inside of her. hinata keens, throws her head back and lets the book dangle uselessly from her free hand. each of his strokes has her walls moistening further around his tongue, and he greedily licks up and swallows as much of her essence as he can. hinata's mouth begins to make sounds he would never have dreamed could escape from her, an assortment of moans and groans and blissful sighs. her reaction in general has him wondering why he's never done this for her before, why he only ever let himself listen to the quiet, muffled noises she made per her own ministrations when sleeping. had he known he could stoke her to this degree, he would have offered to eat her out a long time ago.
one of her fingers breaks his train of thought by touching his nose. he halts his work, draws his tongue out slowly so as to cherish every last bit of her, before tilting his head slightly back. sasuke watches as hinata takes her finger and lets it hover over a small nub resting a mere centimeter above her opening. she taps the nub first, then presses into it. it doesn't take a large amount of genius for sasuke to catch on. one circle of her finger over the nub has her making rather divine music of her vocal chords, though he isn't about to let her do so for much longer.
he latches his teeth tentatively onto her clit, but she lets out no sound, just waits. after taking a minute to consider a few ideas, sasuke finally settles on following her example and moving the all-natural sex toy in a circle. his tongue is slow, and purposely so, taking what seems like forever to draw a full circumference. hinata whines, drops her book onto the counter to tangle her other hand in his hair and tries to push him closer. sasuke's tongue is merciless, though, refusing to give into any quick pace and only adding on to her agony by nibbling at her clit with his teeth. he works himself into a lazy pattern: circle, nibble, circle, nibble; it only breaks on occasion, when he feels particularly prone to sucking and making her mewl—
—or, after a few minutes, when he makes a sudden decision and decides to ride her hard. he expertly rakes the top of his teeth against her clit, stretching the small bundle of nerves in every imaginable direction, all while his tongue reverts to servicing her vagina. any semblance of his previously taunting patience is forgotten as he fucks the whole of her, determined to bring her thighs to tremors all around him. hinata alternates between short pants and sharp moans, sometimes keens with a mixture of both. when she clenches instinctively around him, sasuke only increases his pace, making sure that he matches each second with two darts of his tongue, even three. the whole of the world starts to swim around his eyes, but he swears silently past the blurriness of it all that he will put his head in between her thighs whenever she wants him to if it means giving her this.
hinata manages one last moan before shuddering through to her climax. she hangs her head back against the bar counter, breath heavy, eyes lidded. as sasuke sucks up the last of her juices and pulls away, she whimpers; his mouth and nose are coated with her cum, and when he makes no move to clean himself, she leans down and decides to sample a taste instead. sasuke's tongue eases willingly into her mouth and entwines itself with hers; there is green tea and cum all wrapped up into that powerful muscle, and she devours each eagerly before giggling against his lips. sasuke opens his eyes, smile curiously. "what?" he asks.
she giggles again. "i taste good."
"good?" he questions incredulously—if that can be said to be a capable action of him—eyebrows raised. "if you just tasted 'good', i would have finished days ago."
a small smile curves its way up hinata's lips, and she looks hesitantly into his eyes, blushing all the while. "how do i taste then?"
he considers her for a moment, contemplating which sensual path to follow. eventually, his tongue floats back to her slit and licks, picking up some of the wetness still dripping from her. hinata moans softly when he retreats and reaches up, then fits his mouth to hers and lets her taste herself again. he rises up from his seated position and picks her up by the hips, groaning a little when she wraps her legs around his waist and brushes the fabric above his cock with her labia. the kiss deepens into something a vertical position cannot sustain, and he soon has her pinned to the living room sofa, his lips detaching from hers to mark a trail of hickeys down her neck.
"like heaven," he murmurs, mouthing at her jawline.
"like heaven if it were a fucking flavor."
i have two ideas for the next chapter, but i'm not sure which i'd like to do first. long and lewd phone sex with video, or one catching the other masturbating? make the right choice today and submit your preference with a review! only satan knows how much it will make my day! ;)