hey, guys, sorry for the lack of activity! school has kept me busy, but as a gift, i'm here to give you gratuitous p-in-v sex ft. rough, sexy wall. hopefully, the title of the chapter indicated as much. issues about the plot that comes before the events of this chapter will be addressed at the end of the fic.
as always, read and review, please!
she knows it the second she does it that kissing him for the sadness in his eyes is an action prefaced by the wrong reason. but his face is so plain and devoid of emotion, and in truth, she's been aching to see some change flitter across it's canvas. their friendship of a few months has turned into some torturous study of his steady character and inherent yearning, and hinata, patient though she usually is, is simply tired of waiting for him to really open up to her.
she has to vault herself up on her toes a little to reach him the first time, and her lips barely brush his. hinata notices that sasuke closes his eyes for the briefest of moments, and that might have propelled her further, had her knees not given way. she tries to survey his face in the dark of twilight, watching closely as he runs his tongue over his lips. there is no one out there in the vicinity of his apartment complex but the two of them, and somehow, that makes the gravity of the situation feel ten times as heavy. hinata opens her mouth to make up some sort of goodbye, but then sasuke is flushed against her in one stride and his hands are in her hair and she is opening his mouth for him, and the world is starting to turn.
hinata moans softly when his tongue touches hers; he is flavored like the chamomile tea she brought over, and the spices spark on every one of her taste buds. she alights her hands on his chest before beginning a gradual path up to the defined curve of his neck, sasuke's hands following an opposite path from her shoulders down to her hips. the fit of his fingers around her ass has hinata humming with pleasure, and she moves a little closer, bumping their teeth together in the process. she's grateful for the absence of any bystanders in this midnight moment. the more they press against each other, the more she feels that invisible barrier—the one that makes its home in her thighs, and his—start to fall away.
as if on cue, sasuke takes her by the hips and pulls up, guiding her legs back around his waist. he's strong, incredibly strong, carrying her into the barely lit alleyway lining the side of his apartment complex with just one hand. hinata's flats are nearly dangling off of her feet, though she could care less for the hard, heated feel of his erection against her legs. she squirms against him in trying to find the best position for their bodies to meet, and sasuke helps, amusingly, by pushing her back against the brick of the building. her body slides down naturally to meet the jut of his erection, and hinata sighs, arching her back and her neck as he detaches his lips and starts to slather down to her collarbone.
his kisses are messy and hungry and raw, and every one is met with a whine from her throat. hinata opens her eyes slightly to see sasuke push her hair away from her neck and pin his teeth to her skin, the pressure of his canines setting fires to her insides. this uninhibited display of emotion has her overwhelmed, to say the least, but it also has her expectant. hinata has not been so intimately touched in months, let alone touched like this. she half-believes he is worshiping her body more than simply pleasuring it. sasuke even attests to the fact with a low, throaty growl, and then, "i want you."
with trembling hands, she reaches down to fumble with the zipper of his pants. the second his boxers come down, a long, throbbing specimen of male desire pops up in front of her eyes. she's only ever seen a penis once before, and is hesitant to touch. instead she just takes in as many details as the dim light of a street lamp can offer: the little hairs scattered all across the length, the swollen spheres of his testicles, and the small drops of pre-cum spilling from his tip. he's long and sturdy, all because of her, and the thought of that has her hormones running wild. hinata turns her face to the brick when sasuke slips his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and underwear. "okay?" he murmurs, gentle with her for the first time that night.
"okay," she breathes. he waits a second or two, presses soft kisses to her pulse to assure her that his worship will be of the spiritual kind from this point forth. hinata shakes out a breathy sigh when her hips rub against the brick behind her. the air is cold as it should be at night, and she moves up and down just barely to gain an ounce of heated friction. sasuke, sensing her impatience, digs his hands into either of her hips and directs his gaze to their legs. hinata is already wet and waiting for him, her labia flushed red and swollen with the thought of sex. sasuke isn't much different.
before he can make a move, though, hinata whispers faintly, "go slow, at first." he takes the request into note, moving carefully past her folds to push into her cunt. he's large, and afraid of hurting her. her walls don't immediately contract around him, instead taking a moment to adapt to the stretch and span of his cock. hinata whimpers and arches a little, but thankfully makes no other move to indicate any pain. eyes now pinned on her face, sasuke moves further in, groaning under his breath as she takes him. her legs are pushing restlessly against his back, bringing him closer and closer to that one little spot that she so wants him to hit already.
sasuke chuckles. "i thought you said to take it slow."
"at first," she counters, and his grin widens. the gasp that starts to build up in her throat as he pulls out has him stoked, and before she can comprehend what he's doing, he pushes back in unexpectedly, eliciting a moan from her mouth. still, sasuke is a little wary of the possibility that someone might hear them and come outside, and he moves from her neck and back to her lips, muffling her moans with his tongue. each time that he pulls out, he pushes back in after a shorter amount of time. it sends hinata writhing with pleasure against the wall, the outline of her body's every contour pushing and pulling against the fabric of her clothes.
"faster," she gasps into his mouth, and she does the thing with her legs again, pulling him in so tight that she's shocked and disappointed to not feel the tip of him press at her g-spot. he is nearly all of the way inside her, with only an inch of his cock not currently sheathed in her walls. hinata, despite the coarse feeling of brick against her back, starts to rock against sasuke in a determined, circular motion. if not for his tongue in her mouth, she would be half-screaming by now, the pleasure chemicals racing up her spine slowly beginning to overload.
the slap of their bodies against the wall echoes all down the alleyway, though by this time, neither of them cares to be caught in the act. their kisses can no longer be even called kisses; just a desperate, feral combination of sucking and biting and licking. for one brief moment, sasuke lets go of hinata's lips to mouth all the way down to the collar of her shirt. she whines in protest, but gets quieter as he moves down. the swell of her breasts peaks just barely past the fabric, and he lavishes the pink skin, matching the rhythm of his tongue to that of his cock.
"i—hah, sasuke-kun, i—"
he takes one last look at her, makes sure that his grip on her ass is steady, then rams into her as a start to their final push. hinata's voice rings out like a lark, and she tries to match his rhythm, but to no avail. his movements now are like the very first ones: untamed and wild. every push is irregular, but quick, and resounding with a snap. hinata leans limply back against the wall, content with allowing sasuke to take the reigns. her yells grow louder and louder, echoing in the night, inciting one stranger to wakefulness and another to a wet dream. sasuke strains against her, desperate to see her climax before his own eyes.
he's surprised by how quick it is. when the whole of him is finally engulfed in her, her eyes blow wide and her mouth parts. hinata attempts to make a sound; what comes out is only a breath. her eyelids flutter and she sinks against him, head curling into his sweat-stained shirt. sasuke pants repeatedly and lets his mouth hang open, but only for a second, before he starts to move again. he knows it's simpler then just pulling out, that there's as much thought to put into coming down from a high as there is building up to it. hinata sighs softly every few seconds, relishing in the feeling of him still inside her.
as he brings her down, he murmurs, embarrassed that he didn't ask sooner, "are you on the pill?"
"mm-hm."
"yeah, thought you might be," he answers, but in reality, he doesn't know whether he would've guessed her to be on it or not. he shudders with relief but mentally scolds himself for not acting more sensibly. even with birth control, the chance of passing std's is still apparent. he makes a mental note to check his penis for any unusual marks later, and to ask her if she might do the same as well. the idea isn't all that awkward or unpleasant, though, because it entails the possibility, if they're both clean, of more sex in the future.
hinata looks up at him, noticing his smile. "what are you thinking about?" she asks, and she gently undoes a few of the buttons of his shirt so as to kiss his chest.
sasuke swallows; he doesn't know that he should tell her. she might think him insensitive for it.
"well?" she presses, kissing right over his sternum.
"i was thinking," he says, quietly, "whether this was going to be a one-night stand." by this time, only his tip is still sheathed in hinata's walls; he pulls away gently but still holds her up with his hands when he notices her knees wobbling. hinata's arms around his neck are a comfort, her legs a nice bonus. sasuke looks down at her, waiting apprehensively for an answer.
"if you want it to be," she replies just as softly, and his heart drops, though not completely before she continues, "although i'd rather it not." a small smile hovers over her lips, as does a blush over her cheeks.
"you mean—"
"i like you, sasuke-kun." she reaches up to kiss his collarbone. "in fact, i like you so much"—another one to his sternum—"that sometimes i just"—now, one of his nipples—"can't"—and then, the other—"stand it."
sasuke's eyes nearly roll back into his head. her kisses can't even be said to have pressure, they're so featherlight. but he craves more of them nonetheless, aches for the gentility that hinata showers him with. of the past two girlfriends he's had, neither was this delicate, rather, ravenous. they ate him alive, and he hated it. he stops, realizes that to believe that is hypocritical given how he's just ravished hinata. but then, maybe that's what she needs. maybe he needs her angel touch, and maybe she needs his devil vice.
"i want you," he says for the second time that night, only his voice is more raw. hinata looks up into his eyes and studies him, before pulling up and leaning in. sasuke melts into the kiss, feels himself fall asleep in her mouth that tastes of salt, sweat, and chamomile tea. when hinata pulls back, her eyes are half-lidded and she stares at him with a bashful sort of uncertainty about what's to come next. "i want you, too," she whispers.
he lowers her onto the ground, finally. everything about her is disheveled, even after she does her best to clean up. sasuke's gaze lingers particularly on the flushed parts of her, like her blown out lips and still-swollen breasts. when he catches her gaze a few moments later, a look passes between them. it's some time between twelve and one, and the sun isn't supposed to rise until at least seven o'clock that morning.
hinata follows sasuke back into the building, into the elevator, down the fourth floor hallway, all the way into his apartment. he points her to the bathroom, and she changes out of her clothes and folds them, leaving just her undershirt on. her panties are soaked and her thighs are still seeping anyways, so she finds no point in wearing the garment. sasuke's blankets wrap around her like a glove when she falls into them, his actual body—still hot, but also unclothed—even more so. hinata turns on her side, brushes her hair away to look into his eyes. the simper on her lips in mirrored in his, but not for long. she giggles with pleasure, murmurs over and over again, "i like you so much."
sasuke hums in agreement and tangles their legs together. her skin is warm and covered in gooseflesh all over. he likes the feel of it under his hands. "i want you," he says for the third time, though he could care less—
—because, honestly, they want each other all night.
ok, so! under the guise of this being a pwp (as well as me being incredibly lazy) i didn't write the actual plot that prefaces this scene. if you guys want, however, i'll write it and post it here as another chapter. it won't be porn, but it will center on the initial interactions between sasuke and hinata in my au. just let me know what you want in those awesome reviews! also, i'm feeling some fingering next time? hbu, nerds